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Aughris
Head Poem
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I
stood one even on Aughris Head to watch the setting
sun,sink in it's glory to it's bed, beyond the Coragh
dTonn; Before me lay fair Sligo Bay with it's eternal
roar; white horses on it's mighty waves, speeding
toward the shore.
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The
shades of night were falling from the dim and distant
west, as I heard fond mothers calling their little
ones to rest; the workers on the uplands tending crops
of hay, were downing tools from tired hands and calling
it a day.
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The
sirens of the fishing fold proclaimed that sturdy
men were bent upon the conquest of their fishing fields
again; and, too, the full rigged pleasure boats were
heading toward the land with trippers glad to greet
their pals, parading on the strand.
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And
then in that dear old home, where kind friends welcomed
me, while I partook the comforts of a real refreshing
tea I could not help to marvel at what would be mankind's
plight, if we had not been blessed by God by alternate
day and night.
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