Was at Semple Stadium In the early days
Of my love affair
Everyone else thought It was a hurling match
But I knew it was a reading When I heard the poet Rhapsodise the names
of G .A.A. clubs
Through the charged aura of a hurling stadium From his bunker
Beneath the New Stand.
Isolated on his podium By ticket sellers
Counting out their takings
The Ezra Pound of Thurles Shocked me with the excitement Of the spoken word.
As he read out the names Carrick-Davins, Lorrha Boherlahan-Dualla Moycarkey, Roscrea Kilruane-McDonagh
The fans cheered their players and their clubs.
And I cheered the poet For giving me back My love of language.