In the mist of dawn, he wrote of strife,
Where shadows cast on a fractured life.
His words, a mirror to a troubled land,
Captured the heart with a poet’s hand.

Through fields of green and blood-stained earth,
Heaney’s verses gave sorrow birth.
The Troubles marked in ink and tear,
A narrative of hope and fear.

From Belfast streets to rural lanes,
The echoes of conflict in his refrains.
A tapestry of loss and grace,
In every line, a human face.

Yet in the darkest depths of night,
His poetry sparked a gentle light.
A testament to resilience and peace,
Through Seamus Heaney, the woes would cease.