Farewell
A quiet road in Donegal
is where I found this modest bridge,
a mundane thing built long ago
to cross a tiny mountain stream.
Beside it stands a chiselled plaque
with Gaelic words to tell the tale
of all those friends and families
that tragedy would separate.
A blight upon potato crops,
the staple food of common folks,
meant they would starve if they remained,
so most of them must leave the land.
They walked from towns along the coast
between the mountains to this point
where they would stop and bid farewell
to those they’d never see again.
It sits in silence nowadays,
and no one seems to understand
the sadness of its history,
this place they call the Bridge of Tears.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Fri 1st Aug 2025 13:37
P.S.
French's words have been sanitised/ Anglicised in wikiwotsit and elsewhere.
His actual writing in the book -the version I quote- imitates the Irish accent of someone speaking English...hence "Wid" etc.