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A Lakeshore walk

A Lakeshore Walk

Waters lapping by the lake shore so gently,

A robin observing from an upturned tree.


An old boat, whose cargo now only old leaves,

Sits overlooking its waters and what used to be.


Birds bobbing along on small little waves,

a young deer stops grazing, only to stare.


The Castle, imposing under this dark, grey sky.

High trees wavering, let out a deep groaning sigh.


The limekiln is battered by the strong lakeside wind,

Far away islands seem lifeless, bar the birds which sing.


Purple Mountain above Tomies, Its head in the clouds. 

What a wonderous terrain we can wander around!


A freshly laid path, slowly leads the way.

Towards that Cathedral Spire, I must find my way.


Wild Killarney, I love you–Don’t ever you change!

Beyond the days of my grandchildren, please stay the same!


LM - January 2017


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