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by Mike McGuire

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Thoughts from a Bog

a day in a bog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the County Clare
there’s a spot I know
where a curlew calls
from a berried rowan
as a hurried stream
joins the salmon-slewed
broad Shannon’s course Continue reading →

February 8, 2014Mike Anthropology, Bog, bogland, digging, Environment, Ireland, Irish, Memoir, Michael McGuire, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Seamus Heaney, Sociology, Sod, Turf, Values 23 Comments
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