Dreamtime

In dreamtime I be transported to Ireland yet again

The turn of to Leckpatrick and Artigarvan roads
are not far from the village of Ballymagorry now
Harriet Dunne is driving a grey van and smiles
The turn off is guarded by a big black iron fence
To keep the cattle from roaming onto the road
The main Derry Strabane road the new road built
In the early nineteen sixties. George Watt died
shortly after that new road opened he crashed
He did not understand the new flow of traffic
A sweet kind gentle soul his moterbike mangled

Why am I transported to Ireland now and there
what am I doing at this spot where memory lives
Of mother dear glorified gracious mother's shoes
She carried her going to town shoes in her bag
and changed her country walking shoes there
Just before we caught the bus to Strabane her
country shoes wrapped in brown paper left in
the bushes where the small birds sang and ate
berries my mother's shoes would reside untill
the bus dropped us of in the late afternoon sun

Am I transported here in dreamtime to find a
pair of my mother's perfect shoes to walk home
home to myself to the future and be like Harriet
Dunne happy secure and safe to be myself again