Bruach na tra

Le Siún Uí Dhomhnaill

 

Ag baint an ras go bruach na tra,

Na paisti i mo dhiaidh, sona sásta

ag screadaigh le pleisiur

ag rith agus leimtigh, le hathas.


Matharacha ag comhra ar na carraigacha

agus siúl acu ar phaisti

ag cruinniu blaoscanna

ag cuartu ruacain, roimh an tsaile


Ag rith go bruach na farraige,

Gasta ar tus, ansin fadalach

sa ghainimh fluich

Laghaire san uisce fuar, oirgeach


Lamha, ag coinneal éadach in airde

ag fanacht leis an lán mhara,

Tonnaí ag pleascadh go hard,

fliuch baite anois, cailiunt ar n’anal,


Samhraidh neamhbhuartha m’oige

thart faraor .

Ach tím gluin eile anois

ag rith go bruach na tra.

Seashore

 

 

Winning the race to the beach,

Happy children following,

Screaming with pleasure,

Running and jumping for joy


Mothers sitting on rocks, talking,

Keeping an eye on children

Collecting shells

And digging for cockles before the tide comes in


Running to the edge of the sea,

Quickly at first, but slower then

Through wet sand

Toes dipped in icy waters.


Hands holding up clothes

Waiting for the tide,

Waves exploding from a height

Soaked now, gasping for breath.


Gone are those carefree summers

of my youth

But now I watch the next generation

running to the beach.