The Powerscourt Date

Weeeee you slide down the rump

Of the sugarloaf peak,

And bump on the lump

Into green field stretch

The edge of lawn

Drawn in to glassy pool

Cool, frog and lily,

Never chilly,

Embraced by soft forest leaves.

So tidy, clear, warm mown grass

The glass pool, fountain

Echoing the mountain

Looking into the garden

And smiles – she smiled!

Up steps, down steps

Gravel under foot,

A dragonfly glides by

A bumblebee says hello -

The perfect place for love to blossom!

By Cian Gallagher

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