Here you will find the Poem West Of Fanny O'Dea's of poet Alice Guerin Crist
You?ll not find the name in geography books, It isn?t marked on the map, Nor mentioned in atlas or history, Yet you?ve heard of the place mayhap. The fairies lurk in the boreens there, And the scent of the black-thorn haunts the air Where Atlantic batters the coast of Clare ?West of Fanny O?Dea?s? Now the old folk tell, in their cheerful chat By the kitchen fire?s bright glow, Of hurling matches, or dance or fair, Of happenings of long ago. How the heftiest fighters came from there, Women and men who could do and dare, From the very heart of the heart of Clare, West of Fanny O?Dea?s. From ?West o? Fanny?s? the folk went forth, To the uttermost parts of the earth; And the forest fell `neath their sturdy stroke, The cabin rang with mirth. They builded homes, and the faith was there Living circles of love and prayer, Far from the rocky coast of Clare, West of Fanny O?Dea?s. As the old folk chat at the kitchen fire Of doings of long ago, The young ones smile, with a tender scorn, At a well-worn phrase they know: ?Now many strange countries and climes there be, And many queer names o?er land and sea, But where in the name of geography Is ?West of Fanny O?Dea?s??
