In fields where silence once held sway,
Shadows of conflict linger still,
Heaney’s words carve the clay,
Sculpting peace from a land’s will.
Echoes of the Troubles, a haunting song,
Whisper through the emerald hills,
Where history’s wounds deeply belong,
Yet hope in Heaney’s verse instills.
Amidst the strife and bitter fight,
Poetic justice finds its place,
Heaney’s pen, a beacon of light,
Illuminates a path to grace.
Through lines of truth and tender care,
He captures hearts with gentle might,
A legacy of peace laid bare,
In words that guide toward the light.