In Wounded Fields (3)

This was number three out of the five poems in my 'In Wounded Fields' compendium.

Poets come from everywhere in the human spectrum, without links to race, colour, class or creed. As this one indicates, Francis Ledwidge could hardly have sprung from less promising roots. Most of his boyhood would have been spent amongst an equally unschooled, barely literate if not illiterate peer group. And yet ... Ireland with its Celtic ancestry has always produced great distillers of words into poems and th...