Esther Barry

(Finchley, London)

My Wicklow Hills (Erie) - Poem by Esther Barry

There's dew on the grass and bloom on the rose
Red deer on the hills where the white heather grows.
The splash of the stream rushing down through the glen
With an eagle in flight and a fox in his den.
A fleecy white cloud floating high in the sky
With the beating of wings as the wild geese pass by
The green shade of pine trees so straight and so tall
Through their branches the glint of a cool waterfall.
A small winding road leading up through the hill
Whence a view of the vale and the old watermill,
The call of the plover is heard in the air
So plaintive as if we weighed down with care.
A hare from his burrow so tall and erect
His ears at the ready each sound to detect.
With summer brings joy to nam and to beast
And colours of nature to eves are a feast.
And now in the evening as peace reigns supreme
All nature has entered the land of the dream.
The sun now turns red at the end of the day
And darkness descends as she sheds her last ray.

Comments about My Wicklow Hills (Erie) by Esther Barry

  • (10/20/2011 9:47:00 AM)

    The spelling error's in this poem were not made by the poet..I have the origional and there are no mistakes delighted you enjoyed is one of many wonderful poem's written by this poet.... (Report) Reply

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  • (12/2/2005 1:24:00 PM)

    There are a few spelling errors in this lovely poem about the Wicklow Hills in Ireland. I just submitted a poem about the same hills called 'Walking the Wicklow Hills'. I think Erie should be Eire. Line 12 should read 'as if it were weighed down'. Line 15 nam should read man and line 16 should be eyes instead of eves.
    I can relate to this poem completey and can see the spot near the vale that this poet mentions as clearly as if I was there.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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