The Old Bridge at Ennisnag
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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
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