A KERRY ROAD

By Clinton Scollard

Snow of the blackberry bloom, purple of heather bells,

The fir and the oak tree boughs with the ivy round them twining;

Sheen of a distant lake, brown of the dipping fells,

Racing clouds overhead, and the fitful sun a-shining!

Bracken and thorn and whin, and somewhere a cheeping bird;

Pits of peat, and, then, a cart with its cheery load;

In from Dingle Bay the wind with its ancient word;

On and up and on — and this is a Kerry road!