over the Lake and its environs.
So deep blue, the sky and lake,
and dazzling green the woods and fields,
it hurts your eyes to behold it all.
The water meadows hot breath of lime and
reed renders human movement inadvisable,
just seek sanctuary in the shade of willow
and wonder if its ever been this hot before?
Close by time shattered rocks,
weather scattered lime parched to dust,
sunfried mudcaked grey watery marshes
harbourers and fosterers germ of growth.
Later now in the day,
the great sun sunken lower,
out of damp mudholes breezing many
Sedgewink, thrust and burst, mottle,
whirl and teem on glass like water.
Chartered through still filled air on a quiet beat wing,
melancholy shadows tossed below a humming tinyfly cloud.
The deep pink and majestic purples reflected on the lake,
punctured by an occasional feasting browntrout,
Fading skyline all is calm at dusk.
Spring Dawning
Can you tell it's Spring
when waters gurgling amid
white washed limestone
usher forth a cascade
of bird singing,
when the lengthened days
suddenly appear and the
evening sky is tainted
with that pale warm
familiar blue, a welcome
forbearer of summer.
Yet snow tops Partry peaks,
ghostly gray trees are
shrouded in dusk mist,
winter throwing out it's
last efforts into these
warming days.
But it must retreat as
lambs dance joyfully
on the hillsides, new
and young like the year.
when waters gurgling amid
white washed limestone
usher forth a cascade
of bird singing,
when the lengthened days
suddenly appear and the
evening sky is tainted
with that pale warm
familiar blue, a welcome
forbearer of summer.
Yet snow tops Partry peaks,
ghostly gray trees are
shrouded in dusk mist,
winter throwing out it's
last efforts into these
warming days.
But it must retreat as
lambs dance joyfully
on the hillsides, new
and young like the year.
Evening TV 1987
An evening television scene
Gently descends into yonder
Suburban sitting rooms, with
Areas of Munster ripped asunder
And the latest polythene product
Taking it's playful fantasy cue.
Off we are whipped into another
Delightfully trivial chat show,
Leaving behind at back of mind
People lying bleeding on
The streets of Ulster or
The crossroads in South Africa.
Gently descends into yonder
Suburban sitting rooms, with
Areas of Munster ripped asunder
And the latest polythene product
Taking it's playful fantasy cue.
Off we are whipped into another
Delightfully trivial chat show,
Leaving behind at back of mind
People lying bleeding on
The streets of Ulster or
The crossroads in South Africa.
