Lost on Knockatee

 The climb up would knock the ribs out of you

as the name of the mountain suggests perhaps

so you should have known better.

You do know that you're above the tourist contour

when the sheep stand their ground

and you seem to be looking down 

on the Caha Mountains

and the fields have morphed into stone

and you can actually count the Twelve Pins

on the other side of Kenmare Bay

and you wish you had a compass

for this mountain pass seems to be heading eastwards 

and your target is a northwestward facing pub

and the sign for Seán Ó Súilleabáin's way about a mile back 

just might have been the road more travelled

and if you could find a door to knock on

you'd ask a friendly soul for directions

and maybe even a lift

and you'd go sink a pint in Helen's Bar.

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