‘Armagh Tellings’ by Geraldine Snape

Armagh Tellings I remember hearing about Newtownhamilton and granny. I was told about how the hens scuttled around where Summer’s swifts filled the farmyard. Told about the road to market taken By the broad carthorse that turned the wheel that churned the butter.. That was the pride of Armagh….and Dad wearing a top hat and Him perched proudly on the cart. And I remember Drumlins … Continue reading ‘Armagh Tellings’ by Geraldine Snape