My friend Jean and her ‘On the Back Road’ blog post on Social Bridge inspired me to share this again. My man and I often preferred driving on the back roads instead of highways in Ireland and on one trip discovered a folly. In my usual manner, I chose to remember the journey through a poem which appears in a work in progress, ‘Sketching in Ireland’.
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Co.Cork. Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
The Folly
Gaeltacht – Irish-speaking area.
Teanga – living language, tongue.
My Gaeltacht friend explained ‘Ye should go t’ see the folly…’
So, like tourists, my man and I actually took a clear-day,
no rain so far drive. A determined scenic dalliance
in sunny sections flashing green and historical grey.
Eventually – with no clear direction, journeying
quite far out of our way… we appreciated the Anglo
interpretation on the road signs, because as foreigners,
we don’t speak the traditional language of Ireland.
Not wanting to barstardise or pronounce phonetically
in error, ‘so’. We enjoyed the lilt and musicality of her
tumbled, seemingly conscientious explanation – story-
telling at a 100 miles an hour. ‘Ah well ye know, ta
get t’da place dat ‘tis, you just go along dis
road, don’t ye know, ‘tis a sort of a wind-y…
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