Killybegs

my heart was warm with family love as I
slipped into a
chair
beside my uncle john, my daughters 'cross
the table there
I'd walked the docks in misty rain, a pain
was in my legs
but I'd seen the dream of kinsmen in the
boats of Killybegs

the banter of my uncle and my daughters
filled the air and
the
gunning brothers?(Donegalers) next to us
were glad that we
were there
I was kind of quiet listening at the window
ledge
for the music of the harbor, the birds of
Killybegs

down the coast not far was Galway land of
joys (Joyce) and
kinnamar?
at their (after) supper and asleep we would
visit? (be
goin') there tomorrow
I worried if my words would e'er be sung by
Irishmen
or out (rot) here on the docks??
like the fish of Killybegs

a radio was playing though we never heard a
word (I don't
think this phrase is right)
but the rhythm of the music was familiar if
absurd
and harkning
(a heightening) intensity? for silence did
I beg
oh what a song was playing in the air of
Killybegs

I couldn't quite believe it for it sounded
rather strange
the instruments were different and the key
had been changed
I reached to turn the volume up then
teetered on my legs
a girl from Tipperary sang my song in Killybegs
a girl from Tipperary sang my song in
Killybegs