Last Rites
a poem for Richard O’Prey
The rocky wastes of Connemara
Possess a beauty all their own,
Treeless expanses with whispering grass,
random heaps of scattered stones.
When my lungs have ceased to breathe
And my body returned to dust,
Spread my ashes in Connemara
After the day has turned to dusk,
And when the dusk has turned to night,
Look up at the myriads overhead;
Then seek the warmth of a convivial pub
And raise your cup to the countless dead.
You Do Hoodoo 
We loved Connemara. But, “It’s no surprise that deforestation occurred. Part of the blame goes to the English monarchs who confiscated and cleared large swaths of land, only to award plantations to newly arrived English and Scottish settlers. Part of the blame lies with the then-burgeoning industries of shipbuilding, barrel-making, iron production, and glassworks, all devouring trees greedily and hungrily.
“Part of the blame rests with the Irish themselves, although their motives were more innocent. They just wanted to feed their children, and with the island’s population growing fourfold between 1700 and 1840, they had little choice but to topple trees and plant additional fields. No matter what really prompted the deforestation — colonialism, capitalism, desperation, or a combination of all three — the trees disappeared, cut down for near-sighted decisions that would change the face of the island for centuries.“
Thanks, Charlie. England has also suffered deforestation. I think building ships in the 16th century played a role.
How honored to be cited in a unique expression on St. Patrick’s Day. The picture may be of the burdens, a desolate part of Clare. In my mother’s homeland of Mayo, a prehistoric village, Ceides Fields, has been unearthed by archeologists and the surrounding environment hosts modern reforestration efforts but the windy conditions off the Atlantic are not conducive for flourishing trees. Part of the history of Ceides Fields involve climate change for petrified tree remains are unearthed indicating far more clement conditions for growth long ago. The village is supposed to be around five thousand years old. The quest for trees isn’t exclusive to Ireland for American history is replete with the British navy’s plans for the virgin forests of the new world. Thanks for making this St. Patrick’s Day more memorable than otherwise.