Tales of Ireland

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r in the black mirror of a bog hole And wonder what’s down there — A preserved skeleton Wit’ fiery red hair? The bones of a work horse Who got too old and stumbled in Never to be seen again?Listen to the stories Of the Shanakee performing For a bit of a draft Or maybe a pint, he’s so parched. The gentle lilt of a woman’s voice Confirming her husband’s tales, “That’s right, Dickie.” Or the raucous laugh of the men In the bar howling over Ned’s Murderously witty retorts.Meet me in the fields. We’ll walk there and back. Help yourself to a turnip snack And a handful of blackburries.Come back wit’ me. Into my stories And wander freely In the memories.What is a bog hole? It’s a wetland area where water collects and is surrounded by peat, which is decayed plant material. Get the <a href="https://www.leinsterleader.ie/news/leinsterleader/224506/tall-tales-and-glossary-from-the-rich-pageant-of-kildare-bog-life.html">inside scoop</a>.Bodies have

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been found preserved in these bogs because of the environmental conditions. Don’t believe me about the hair? Check out the photos in <a href="https://www.wired.com/2009/08/bogosphere/">this article</a>.In the mood for a bog poem? <a href="undefined">Simon Heathcote</a>’s got you covered: <a href="https://readmedium.com/in-irelands-bogs-277e8c071fb1">https://readmedium.com/in-irelands-bogs-277e8c071fb1</a>What is a Shanakee? (I spelled it phonetically, but it’s also spelled Shanachie or Seanchai.) It’s a storyteller/historian who preserves Irish folklore. They may earn a living (or at least a drink) by traveling from house to house telling stories. Want to know <a href="https://www.irishcentral.com/news/community/seanchai-keeper-irelands-folklore-heritage">more</a>?Note: I intentionally misspelled some words in the poem as a nod to the lovely Irish accent. Kids — don’t try this at home (or school). Well, try the accent, but don’t try misspelling words.</article></body>

Wander t’ru the old country

Come back wit’ me To the old country To the Irish farm That grew me.

Taste the hand-churned butter And smell the bales of hay, See the cow’s watery eyes Under feathery black lashes.

Sit on the milkin’ stool, Curfully avoid her tail Course and crusted wit’ mud, Duck her swats at the flies.

Ya gotta meet old lady Fierie And see her get into a fight Wit’ Mr. Heffern o’er his cows. And watch Kane ride his bike at night So drunk that when he falls o’er And gets back up, he hopes The liquid on his shirt is blood, Not a punctured flask.

Peer in the black mirror of a bog hole And wonder what’s down there — A preserved skeleton Wit’ fiery red hair? The bones of a work horse Who got too old and stumbled in Never to be seen again?

Listen to the stories Of the Shanakee performing For a bit of a draft Or maybe a pint, he’s so parched. The gentle lilt of a woman’s voice Confirming her husband’s tales, “That’s right, Dickie.” Or the raucous laugh of the men In the bar howling over Ned’s Murderously witty retorts.

Meet me in the fields. We’ll walk there and back. Help yourself to a turnip snack And a handful of blackburries.

Come back wit’ me. Into my stories And wander freely In the memories.

What is a bog hole? It’s a wetland area where water collects and is surrounded by peat, which is decayed plant material. Get the inside scoop.

Bodies have been found preserved in these bogs because of the environmental conditions. Don’t believe me about the hair? Check out the photos in this article.

What is a Shanakee? (I spelled it phonetically, but it’s also spelled Shanachie or Seanchai.) It’s a storyteller/historian who preserves Irish folklore. They may earn a living (or at least a drink) by traveling from house to house telling stories. Want to know more?

Note: I intentionally misspelled some words in the poem as a nod to the lovely Irish accent. Kids — don’t try this at home (or school). Well, try the accent, but don’t try misspelling words.