'I Love To Travel Far And Wide' Poem on the Clogher Valley by Beverley Weir
Poem by Beverley Weir I love to travel far and wide, to oceans and to desert sands, To mighty waterfalls and hills in different and exotic lands. I often seek out forest trails, or prairies where the bison run, And always, it is plain to see what the Creator’s hand has done. But stroll along the Whinny Lane in spring, when primroses and violets grow. Lean on the bridge at Killyban and listen to the stream below. When blackbirds sing at evening’s edge and bluebells carpet Blessingburn, Here, on the doorstep, you can see the thousand wonders He has done. When roses bloom and summer fills Kiltermon’s fields with meadowsweet, The spreading chestnuts at Broomhill have sleepy Friesians at their feet. While droning bees and dragonflies and swallows fill the balmy air, Just pause a moment to reflect, and sense the great Creator there. Soon Murley mountain’s slopes give way to purple heather, scented pine, And rosehips in the Gortmore hedges gliste...


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