Hike

Some trainees took part in an enjoyable hike of Knocknarea today. Well done to all who participated!

Knocknarea Climb - Lads Active

Well done to the Lads Active group that climbed Knocknarea at the end of July 

Red Hanrahan’s Song about Ireland by W.B. Yeats

Red Hanrahan’s Song about Ireland

The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand,

Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;

Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies,

But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes

Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

The wind has bundled up the clouds high over

Knock-narea,

And thrown the thunder on the stones for all that Maeve can say.

Angers that are like noisy clouds have set our hearts abeat;

But we have all bent low and low and kissed the quiet feet

Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

The yellow pool has overflowed high up on

Clooth-na-Bare,

For the wet winds are blowing out the clinging air;

Like heavy flooded waters our bodies and our blood;

But purer than a tall candle before the Holy Rood

Is Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.HH

W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939

"The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand"

"The wind has bundled up the clouds high over

Knock-narea"

"And thrown the thunder on the stones for all that Maeve can say"

Photos taken by Janell