Along with having been selected by people, Seamus Heaney also participated and selected two poems: The Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Patrick Kavanagh's Innocence.

The first is way too long for me to type in but Innocence is below, along with the list of other participants selections, which makes for interesting reading in itself and might give you some new poems to check out.... Enjoy, Leah

They laughed at one I loved -
The triangular hill that hung
Under the Bog Forth. They said
That I was bounded by the whitethorn hedges
Of the little farm and did not know the world.
But I knew that love's doorway to life
Is the same doorway everywhere.

Ashamed of what I loved
I flung her from me and called her a ditch
Although she was smiling at me with violets.

But now I am back in her briary arms
The dew of an Indian Summer morning lies
On bleached potato-stalks -
What age am I?

I do not know what age I am,
I am no mortal age;
I know nothing of women,
Nothing of cities,
I cannot die
Unless I walk outside of these whitethorn hedges.