Some Mother’s Son

COMING back from the town of Loughrea in the small hours of a recent Sunday morning, heading towards Gort, I came around a bend over which a chestnut tree stands sentinel and, in the very first omen of autumn, the chestnut tree is attacked by an eddy of a freshening wind and drops its first filagreed leaves into the spearing highlights.

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