ARAN ISLANDS
Like many before me I wandered from Ireland
Across Galway Bay to a world of yore
I found little islands of charm and solitude
A stoney strewn patchwork, a joy to explore.
For three hundred and fifty million years
These bleak little tablets of mystery and lore
Seduced, inspired, captivated all comers
To fabled Inisheer, Inishmaan, Inishmore.
Little rock ledges, so wild and windswept
Defying Atlantic’s aggression and storm,
With songs and stories, culture and spirit,
A legendry welcome, a handshake warm.
A haven for poets, writers and artists,
A capsule of time to enchant and beguile
I feel the allure and my soul is awakening;
I’m the new ‘Man of Aran’ if just for a while.
When all ’round the globe life is erupting,
Spewing out stress, depression and fear,
To this sanctum of peace, love and tranquillity
I pledge to return, year after year.
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