The Glens by Robert Fullarton- Copyright 2007

The Glens
by Robert Fullarton
-one of my first poems

On the foot of Mt. Derrybawn
on the silver lake I saw a bird so pleasant
and so tame
by its shores there lives a fawn
its legs so bandy and so lame

In the soul of the Gaelic woods
I gazed upon St. Kevin sleeping
Beside the lush vision of the flower buds
I thought I heard a child weeping

The golden sun shed its light
marvelling as amber on herons backs
in dusks final cry before the night
I saw the solemn miners carrying home their heavy sacks

While I took a fleeting glance
of the maiden glen
I fell forward into sleeping trance
while thinking of St.Kevin's glen