22/03/2023
A little poem about Loughrea by Ian Marmion:
Loughrea
In the heart of Galway lies a town so dear,
Where memories are made and echoes still clear,
Loughrea by name, a gem to behold,
A place where stories of old are told.
Around the lake we'd run and play,
As kids, we'd spend our summer days,
The water lapping at our toes,
The sun shining, the breeze so slow.
But as the years went by, we grew,
And new excitement came into view,
For in Charlie's Bar, with friends so true,
We'd gather to watch the football too.
The World Cup of '90 and '94,
Brought the town alive with a mighty roar,
As we cheered on Jack's boys with all our might,
And memories were made, that still shine bright.
On summer evenings, we'd gather round,
To watch our hurlers take to the ground,
In blue and gold, they'd proudly play,
And we'd cheer them on, come what may.
The crack of the sliotar on the ash,
The roar of the crowd, the feverish clash,
As our heroes fought with all their might,
We knew we were in for a thrilling night.
Loughrea, oh how we love you so,
Your beauty and charm forever aglow,
In your streets and in your heart,
We'll always be a part.
For in this town, so rich and true,
We learned to love, we learned to pursue,
Our passions and our dreams so bold,
And cherished memories that never grow old.
For Loughrea, you are our pride,
A place where we learned to live and stride,
And though we may roam far and wide,
Our hearts will always be by your lakeside.
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