The request to read this poem, ‘Wee Hughie’ came from some friends participating in the local history group, ‘At Slieve Gullion’s Foot’. It’s long been a well-moderated group, sharing images and stories of the past.
This is one of those poems that may exist on the fringes of memory, with a favourite line or two springing easily to mind.
For others, it’s a poem used often by children to recite at the local Feis and too familiar by far! Either way, here’s my rendering of it by a big hairy child!
Hope you’re keeping well,