Where
Inny sneaks past sentry arch
February's
breath puts life in March,
And
silver birch looks down on larch
By
Abbeyshrule.
Where
simple people cross the bridge
to
set a drill or Champion ridge,
the
well stocked pantry is the fridge
in
Abbeyshrule.
Royal
Canal and graveyard full
murder
of crows, one herring gull,
Repeated
gossip never dull
at
Abbeyshrule.
The
peat is deep in Askey bog,
Twin
green shades of grass and frog
Man's
thirst is quenched by rustic grog,
near
Abbeyshrule.
Where
bell sticks out it's tongue at noon
Sign
of the Cross, Angelus tune,
Maple
dressed in light maroon
round
Abbeyshrule.
Where
hope and friendship never die,
Our
tent a bright Cerulean sky,
A
glorious jigsaw from on high,
My
Abbeyshrule.
Oh, I like this very much. Simple and lovely, with character. "Twin green shades of grass and frog" -- my favorite line.
ReplyDeleteTurquoise, Abbeyshrule is a tiny village without even a shop yet in 2012 it won the triple awards of "Ireland's Tidiest Town", "Ireland's tidiest village" and the gold medal in the "Entente Florale" which is a European wide competition. There were well over 1000 entries in the competition which makes the achievement all the more remarkable. The work involved is entirely voluntary. This village is about 5 miles from where we live and is a credit to its tiny population. Can be seen on Google.
ReplyDeleteRegards, P+P
Fits well with The Bridges of Abbeyshrule and memories of Fitz's pub at the turn of The Bog Road
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