In fields where echoes softly play,
Heaney’s words guide, light the way.
From boglands deep to skies so wide,
His verses flow like ebbing tide.

The whispering winds tell tales of old,
In every line, a story unfolds.
With pen in hand, he paints the past,
In timeless strokes, his truths hold fast.

Nature’s voice in gentle verse,
He captures beauty, the universe.
From rural roots, his visions soar,
Resonating hearts forevermore.

A poet’s touch on life’s own page,
Heaney’s legacy, an ageless sage.
Through his words, we find our way,
In echoes of his poetic sway.