Lyre, Co. Cork
As I mentioned before, my gorgeous man took me to live in Midleton, Co Cork for 14 glorious months.
Every couple of days we’d get in the car and head out somewhere new.
Obsessed with trees and castles there were certainly plenty to keep me interested, meandering along byways bordered by stone walls built centuries ago, I loved tracing the steps of paternal ancestors.
Even got used to suddenly being confronted by huge tractors or hay balers taking up the whole (narrow) road. Luckily small dents in the stone walls just big enough to fit a car are provided for just such surprises!
We’d wandered between Mallow and Ballyhooly in North Co. Cork, to visit a family grave…
Road Repairs
On a hill, Celtic crosses and angels wings
gather. We approve the view, weed and go.
Suddenly, unattended in a quiet Irish lane,
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temporary traffic lights blink red.
Surrounded by green fields, we’re forced
to queue like country others, and reflect.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2013
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