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Her County

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By Conor MatthewsPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
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Her County
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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.

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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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