Anu's Breasts

Legend has it that the Goddess Anu's breasts became the 'Paps of Shrone' And that through the centuries to peaks they've grown Till they stood proudly on the higher ground And grew to be the tallest peaks around. Through timeless ages they've stood side by side And smaller peaks behind them seem to hide And in winter in their hats of white to gray The windswept fields around them they survey. I recall once when i was a young boy I thought those mountains touched the very sky An old man spoke to me and pointed west Those peaks in Shrone are Goddess Anu's breasts. He said call it myth or legend or call it what you may But i once heard my old grandfather say That near Rathmore the Goddess Anu lie Her huge breasts pointing upwards towards the sky. The old man's bones long withered to decay And i grow old and show my years in gray But Anu's breasts encased in het and stone Still overlook the windswept fields of Shrone.