I was born hundred years after the Famine.
My aunt taught our native tongue.
To a resilient breed of men and women.
They climbed over fields and up the moss.
From Upperlands came Mr Dickey
The foreman from Clarks linen mill
Each year he gave us Christmas gifts.
He didn't walk to Drummuck .
It only now I know why
He always kept his bicycle
In the kitchen.
