A Woman From Knocknagree

It does seem time is against her she is eighty three
She may never again go back to Knocknagree
To the high village in Sliabh Luachra in the green countryside
By the Boggeragh Ranges that stretch far and wide

On either side of the Cork Kerry border such beauty to be seen
At all times of year so many shades of green
With views of Clara, Caherbarnagh and Gortavehy with the face of stone
And Goddess Anu's breasts near Rathmore known as the Paps of Shrone

Seven times a great grandmother her wavy shoulder length hair silver gray
She retains some of her beauty though long past her prime day
Her late husband an Aussie at peace forever lay
Twelve years ago of a heart attack from life he passed away

Far south of where as a girl she went to school
In the south western coastal City of Warrnambool
She walks on the pathway along by Stingray Bay
Weather permitting and this is almost every day

With her border collie a handsome white and black
Her constant companion she tells me his name is Mack
She lives with Mack in her unit on Banyan Street
A very nice person and always a pleasure to meet

Though she may never go back to Knocknagree again
Her Sliabh Luachra accent with her does remain
Her journey in life has brought her far south
Of the fields of the badger and the streams of the brown trout.