Neatly I trace out <br />the amber leaves, <br />Half way from <br />Roscommon to Ballinasloe, <br />to the right lies ballyforan <br />to the left, brideswell, <br />I scoop them up <br />into the white paper <br />and roll and think <br />of rolling hills <br />Far away in <br />Wicklow or Mayo, <br />I strick a match <br />and blow out blue smoke, <br />I think of poitin makers <br />on Connemara hills.<br /><br />paddy d daly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rolling-tobacco-on-a-road-map/
