We thank Gerdi Buckley, Aubane for kindly sharing the following poem which most likely was composed many decades ago by a very talented Poet from Ivale in the Kilcorney area – John Twomey. (S.R.)
Back Home in Millstreet
I
When you’re far away from turf & hay
On some busy street or junction
Where in the rush you’re shoved & pushed
You sometimes stop & wonder.
How things remain in the “old domain”.
Will ‘progress’ alter ever
Those hills & vales where oft we strayed
And I now recall with pleasure.
2
There’s Gurraneduff for wakes & snuff
The Terrace for the lasses.
There’s Tullig cross for colds & coughs
And round the Glebe for asses.
Main Street ne’er failed for flour & meal
Coole Cross for travellers’ horses
Knocknapogue for pigs & stores
And Minor Row for matches.
3
Ardrivale is the best of all
Kilmeedy for its Castle
There’s Claraghatlea for bread & tae
The Station Road for cattle
Then famed Dooneen for pigs crubeen
The Star for lads & lasses
There’s old Liscreagh where asses bray
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