maugherow - Sligo Poets

       Sligo Champion
    23 December 1916

   Maugherow Potatoes.

           A DREAM.

On Sunday evening as I sat,
  In the shade of an ancient tree;
I pulled my head out of my hat,
  And fell into a reverie.

I dreamt that I—a farmer’s son
  Was driving on the road,
My father’s horse, that drew a ton—
  Potatoes was the load.

I drove him on towards Raughley,
  And ’tis there I saw with glee,
The loading of a steamer
  With potatoes at the quay.

’Twas then I waited patiently,
  Till my time it was due
To drop my score of hundred bags
  Into the steamer too.

Then I ties my steed, gave him his feed
  And sat for an hour or more,
Conversing with some friends of mine,
  About the erection of a store.

This was the way I spent the day,
  Until the work was done;
And I bid adieu to that good old crew,
  At the setting of the sun.

But to my surprise, when I oped my eyes
  I was far from the mighty sea;
For still I sat beside my hat,
  At the foot of that ancient tree.

                     A FARMER’S SON.