Four friends walking on a narrow lane between stone walls beneath a crescent moon

A Memory from the Bóithrín

A Memory from the Bóithrín Introduction Some memories remain with us long after the details surrounding them have faded. Faces become indistinct, names slip away, and yet the events themselves can remain as clear as the day they happened. This poem grew from a real childhood experience, on a cold evening when a group of … Continue reading A Memory from the Bóithrín