I got an email from an anonymous American reader there last month. As always letters are always welcomed.

I’m an American with a strong affection for an Irish girl who frequently goes to Achill and has told me much about it. I have just recently started playing around with poetry, and wrote this for her and figured it would be fun to try to get it published in or abouts Achill….
- Anonymous

Achill Girl

When ya come ta get me and take me up or down am gonna ask one favor
A last trip I wish ta make
A place called Achill Isle I do so want to go.
I know it from an angel’s eyes

Such calm as if some ancient home was locked inside her breast
I long ta feel what she does feel when Achill she does go,
That warmth I want inside my chest as well.

But most of all I yearn to know this girl and this place it is her soul
Solitary like an island and beautiful like a rose
And if I may there’s one last wish I plead for you to grant

One night
And windy make it
To hold her close and kiss her soft
I’d cry on her I know I would but this she would permit
And when the sun does rise on Achill Isle, yer visit I’ll expect

But Death, ya know, I changed my mind
I ain’t goin with ya now
Unless ya call it heaven and leave her with me here
On Achill Isle
With Achill Girl
An Achill Man I’ll be.

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