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(Back To 1998 Contents) Inchigeela Lakes
I know a winding road that leads By Inchigeela Lakes; There many an eye on beauty feeds, Where lapping water breaks.
And from the lake-edge comes a song Like breath of evening breeze, That whispers melody among The leafy elm trees.
Iveleary wrapped in scenery, In song and story told, Your mountains rich in greenery Are lovely to behold.
The upland slopes are all alive With lambkins at their play; While in the peaceful valley thrive Wild flowers in colours gay.
Soft, sun-kissed waves of Loch Allua, By whose cool banks I lie, Hold magic charms forever new Beneath a sapphire sky.
Oh would that I could sketch those vales, Where lakes in stillness sleep; Or dwell beside such sunny dales To watch the violets peep
Their heads to greet the passer-by, And nod and smile in glee, Some unseen by the traveller's eye That lingers on the Lee.
And then reluctantly I leave Calm Inchigeela Lakes, That in my mind's eye I perceive When memory awakes. Jim Dromey, Tullamore
Holidaying in Ballingeary
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