It's St. Patrick's Day, so we'll have a special Irish installment of the Songs of Place series. There are many songs I might have chosen, but here is something I've loved since I first heard it. Van Morrison's Coney Island. It's a poem, that's all, spoken to a musical accompaniment, and I have always thought it a very fine poem and have even tried from time to time to write something along the same lines. The story of a day's journey, with the episodic this-and-then-that litany of the things we saw and the things we did.
Strange how all the place-names seem emotive and significant even to those of us who have never been there. "On and on over the hill . . ."