'I Love To Travel Far And Wide' Poem on the Clogher Valley 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 glisten
red, like jewelled wine,
When trees are orange, red and brown along the
roads at Aughentaine
Stop! See the beauty God creates as autumn
comes around again.
In winter, over Screeby Lough the frost hangs
cold like silver beads.
The mirror of the icy lake reflects a heron in
the reeds.
Under the shimmering Milky Way a fox barks out
his eerie cry –
Then, in the silence, lift your eyes and
contemplate God’s wondrous sky.
So, even though I yearn to visit foreign lands,
their sights to see,
I always eagerly return, for Fivemiletown is
home to me.
It was the great Creator’s hand that made this
lovely world we share
And whether we be near or far - remember God is
also there.
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