In fields where shadows softly play,
Seamus Heaney found his way.
Through verses rich with earthen might,
He carved the world in black and white.

His pen, a spade, dug deep and true,
Unveiling lives in morning dew.
From peat to plow, his words did sing,
The simple joys that life can bring.

With every line, a story told,
Of ancient lands and hearts of gold.
He wove the past with present’s thread,
And left a trail where dreams are fed.

Across the pages, whispers roam,
Of Seamus Heaney’s cherished home.
A poet’s touch, both strong and kind,
Forever etched in heart and mind.