“My mother tells me the only poet she knew personally, ...”
Told to me by my mother
39 years of age
He would then go home and shut himself in for weeks, composing verses in thanks and praise of those who would be good to him or give him lodging's. A few of these verses are the only ones she remembers of the poems -:Just in winter before the spring
I went to Turlough there for to sing,
To take down notes of each place I pass,
I arrived in Turlough just after Mass.
My mind at first was in great grief
Knowing they might repose it would give relief,
My feet were panting, for alas I'm lame
and to ask for lodging's I felt great shame.May Burke 21st April 1938.