MUTE MOMENTS AT DRUMSNA Swanning up and down The quiet waters Year after year With a regal air Such a habitual pair Wild yet tame Wet yet dry Necks alertly held On high Perfect Parents Permanent Pair Seven cygnets Brown & Grey On turning white they Fly away But the old ones always stay They have an obvious sense Of place In a changing world Why does it feel so good To see them every evening Heading homeward together. "M. R."-- "Leitrim Guardian"