In The Wilds of Connemara

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 In the wilds of Connemara, set within a purple plain,
Two goalposts stand, topped by a painted bar.
Standing there for countless years in wind and sun and rain,
And visited by people from afar.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 No painted pitch abuts this goal, for no-one ever plays,
And sheep in blind indiff’rence wander through it.
Its origin’s a mystery, encased in drizzly haze,
Yet tourists in their coachloads come to view it.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The secret of this artefact might one day be revealed
By some insistent delver into history.
But the sheep all speak the Gaelic, and besides, their lips are sealed,
And so, for now, the goal remains a mystery.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Galway County Council tried to knock the structure down,
When building a new road across the land,
But protestors were supported by great men of high renown,
And in the end, the goal’s allowed to stand.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/in-the-wilds-of-connemara/