Somewhere in time...
As mother nature nurtured Ireland
She paid close attention to the Dingle coast
And blanketed the hillside
With a patchwork quilt of colors
There are more greens here...
Than anywhere in the world
Forty shades or more
A wonderful quilt
Each square stitched
With a hedge of fuchsias...
And century stoned fences.
Soft pillows of lambs wool
Some with faces of black
Blues and red dyes...
Their only cosmetics.
Threads and threads
Of beautiful flowers...
Heathers of lavenders
Purples and blues
Bouquets...ready made
Bunches of golds, reds and marigold...
Peeking from rocks...
Ready for a country table
Giant crags that overhang...
Tidal pools of coastlines...
Wild and free...
Beehives of stones...
Monk's cottages of long ago
Dotting God's chart
Of historic Dingle.