*My Native Cavan Town* by Kevin M McDermott
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- Опубликовано: 18 окт 2024
- I left Cavan Town in 1955. In 2000 I stood on the Gallows Hill overlooking the town and was inspired to write this poem. I added myself playing harmonica as background music to my recitation. The piece of music I'm playing is an Irish slow air called 'Sé Fáth mo Bhuartha' - The Cause of my Sorrow. Seemed appropriate.
Beautiful poem,of history and reflection,
my great great great grandfather was born here in 1840. Would love to go there one day
Congratulations This is a great piece of poetry which has taken me back all of fifty years when i lived in Corohoe Cavan and worked in Cavan town thanks for the memories Bridie M Smith Owens Dublin
Absolutely beautiful, it really pulls at your heart strings, well done and Up Cavan.
My Dad would of loved this. He was Christy Dunne from Ballinagh. Brought a tears to my listening. My Dads good friend passed away on the 22nd of January. His name was Gerry Nulty. My Auntie Tina Kenny put this on Facebook. So glad to hear & see it.
Brilliant I Love Cavan my Birth place
Really Beautiful
Beautiful lots of places i heard my dad talk about
My dad was born in ballyconnel or how ever you spell it many many yrs ago x I'm now seventy I still miss him here in England x where I was born and bred I married a Kerry man fifty yrs ago got rid of him forty yrs ago went to my maiden name drumm
Brilliant !!
Wonderful
Thank you so much I really enjoyed it. Lots of memories to share I liked the ice cream in Katy Bannios's she was a funny old duck. Would you think of doing a talk on the old characters that roamed the town. The music is also haunting. Hope to share it around and keep as part of my childhood. Good luck
Olivia Mulligan formally of Wolfe Tone treet commonly known as the barrack Hill
cavan Town
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Sad how life has diminished