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Hello, I am new to this site but thought that I would share a verse. Hope you like it.
I wandered the fields in search of destiny,
walked upon a well worn path,
came to a Dolmen standing,
2/3 deep in the ground,
it stands 7 feet upon the mound
to show that they were there.
Next came to me was a monastery,
the 5th century knew their truth
and down below a holy well,
the worn stone they left to tell
that many healed upon their knees,
many cured of their ills
to touch the water deep below
and seek forgivness for thier souls.
Hidden deep beneath the shade
famine graves where they were layed.
A unmarked stone was their saving grace
and now it adds a touch of beauty,
but the hunger that they learned to know,
left so many three feet below.
Now that place it offers peace
to the passer by who walks the fields
an altar stands there all alone
with two crosses carved into stone.
A few more foot steps from the trees,
heavens gate wait at our knees,
so there to kneel upon the grass
and find a peace that grows.
I was moved by a poem we studied in College. I beleive it was written by a WW2 veteran who was Irish or Irish American and all I can recall is a partial line "My Cause is Kiltrarton's poor" I googled the partial line and can found nothing. Does anyone have any Idea of the title or who wrote this poem? ? I would love to revisit the times I should have paid better attention at lectures.