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Her County

A poem

By Conor MatthewsPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
Her County
Photo by Nurlan Imash on Unsplash

Along dark rolling hills,

Stained in battle kills,

Stand men begging her “stop”,

As shadows swallow grain crop;

A woman stares them down.

They mockingly jeered before,

She accepted their insulting chore,

To spread a cloak upon the land,

To take under her command,

And shape her future town.

These men beg her “cease”,

Pleading for a release,

Promising her a handsome bounty,

To curtail this vast and sprawling county;

She relishes their screams.

She ends her claim there,

An expanse christened Kildare ,

Leaving the men to quake,

Grateful that’s all she would take,

But... she still haunts their dreams.

fact or fiction

About the Creator

Conor Matthews

Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews

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  • Alex H Mittelman 6 months ago

    Great work💗

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