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