Each time I pass the sign post for Thoor Ballylee I feel drawn to revisit so last evening on my way home from Galway I answered that call.
And stopped off there .
It is easy to understand his love for this quiet, soft place.
So lovely in the evening light.
Quiet woods,
And gentle flowing river,
And meadows where minds can wander and reflect.
I, the poet William Yeats,
With old mill boards and sea-green slates,
And smithy work from the Gort forge,
Restored this tower for my wife George.
And may these characters remain
When all is ruin once again.
W.B Yeats
Each time I passed the sign post for Toor Balleylee I have felt drawn to revisit .
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