I went for a walk up a local mountain called Knocknarea, with the mountain comes great stories and mystery.This was inspired by the many stories and legends that haunt this great mountain, and the unbelievable scenery and views from it while taking my walk !!!
To some it's a challenge, just a mountain to climb,
With breathe taking scenery, a place to spend time,
To others its magic, a place of great mystery,
Of classroom stories, and old Irish history.
Old Knocknarea, black and green,
Holds a tomb, of a Connacht queen,
And Legend of, a violent battle,
A bad attempt, at steeling cattle.
One thousand feet of earth and stone,
A resting place, of a warrior's bones.
To her cairn, there leads a path,
Of shifting rock and mossy grass.
A challenging climb, to reach old Maeve,
The ten meters of limestone, that covers her grave,
Its breathtaking landmark, of natural beauty,
Spectacular scenery, of Sligo County.
Surrounding mountains, Blue Ocean, and land,
Staggering shorelines of dark golden sand,
Picturesque villages, and forests full of trees,
Nothing compares, to the sites that are seen.
Facing Northwards to Ulster, across Strand hill bay,
In full battle regalia, she stands facing her prey,
Murdered by Furbaide, her nephew, his revenge to appease,
Struck down with his slingshot, and a hard piece of cheese.
Now the legend I've told, and scenery I've described,
I've even been to the mountain, its climb I survived,
Yes I was stunned by the views, amazed and in awe,
Of panoramic visions, of the things that I saw.
I felt no presence, of a haunting spirit ghost,
But I was possessed, when looking down, at the amazing coast,
So if there is a spirit, frequenting her grave,
Maybe its Mother Nature, disguised as old Maeve.
Published 2010/05/09
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