The Old Bridge at Ennisnag

Crossing the old bridge at Ennisnag

My footsteps mingle with those of countless generations.

Some walking forward in hope,

Others walking away in despair.

In the trees, nature’s choristers sing out their morning gloria.

A pair of kingfishers fly upriver,

Their signature swooping flight painting inverted arcs of brilliant colour.

My hands stroke the old stones and I stand there

In communion with those who laid them as the Abhainn Rí leaps

And gurgles on it’s way to enrich the waters of the Nore.

by Paddy Ganly