An Seanparc

The sea lifts and falls, Tory shows, then goes in ocean sighs.
Horn Head in east, leads dawn above Errirouey fields
An old cross at Ray church,
Further on Cnoc na Muc, steep and gentle down.
Woods hide town, but beyond
Errigal brings the Derryveaghs to their end.
Cnoc Fola closes this circle.
An old slate, pierced,
Kept hearth’s kin from wind and rain,
not restless wandering. Forth.