Ecstasy

Poem By Ed P Buckley

The road to the lake is winding and steep
Sheep on the heather a lone vigil keep
Clouds on the mountain sit silent and still
‘Mid soft summer sounds as little birds trill

Sweet scent of heather and thyme fill the air
Nature unpeopled unsullied and fair
A hawk hovers high in soundless motion
Honey bees buzz with innate devotion

Serenity stretches o’er hills and vales
Embracing spirit as Nature unveils
Her beauty and charms to all who would be
Lost in the moment of pure ecstasy

At one with the majic of Druids of old
Suabhneas and Sonas in spirit unfold
Falling from fuchsia enchanting the air
Silent bells tinkle in memories ear

Cobwebs entangled in golden gorse spines
Sparkle as jewels in flitting sunshine
Bluebells sway gently in tune with the breeze
Spirit is nourished and soul is at ease.

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