In fields of emerald green he tread,
With words that spoke of ancient lore,
He painted scenes of life and bread,
A poetâs voice forevermore.
The earth beneath his pen did breathe,
With tales of toil and timeless grace,
He captured hearts, he sowed the seed,
Of Ireland’s soul in every place.
His verses flowed like rivers pure,
Through history’s veins, they carved their mark,
Each line a whisper, strong yet sure,
Illuminating dark to stark.
Seamus, bard of land and kin,
Your legacy in words endures,
A guiding light, a voice within,
Through poetry, your spirit tours.