Amidst the fields of moss and stone,
Where ancient whispers weave and moan,
A voice emerged, both strong and clear,
Seamus Heaney, we hold you dear.

Your words, they dance on nature’s breath,
Through bog and hearth, through life and death,
You painted worlds with ink and pen,
And brought to life, the tales of men.

With every verse, a glimpse of home,
Of Irish soil, where you would roam,
The peat, the plow, the farmer’s toil,
In your lines, they live, uncoil.

Oh, poet of the emerald isle,
Your legacy, it spans each mile,
In every heart, your spirit stays,
Guiding us through life’s winding ways.