days like this

beneath
the crystal snow
below
the azure sky
the rivers
run

some tiny
etched
as silver
streaks
traced by the sun
on Kippure's massive side

others broad
bubbling
gushing
along road
and
boreen
brown

all the world
is
watered
watering
water born
water bred

high above
the hawks fly
in open circles
windward
their prey
praying

down below
the lake of
Glenasmole
is taunted
by the
winds

if there is
a God in heaven
He would surely
be content
with days
like this



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2008-03-11 at 18:39

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normalil
Absolutely wonderful Peter. I guessed Ireland too, John saved me the "googling." Lovely stuff.
2008-03-13


John Lambremont, Sr.
Very nice, Peter, although I have to admit I had to google Kippure. My guess was right, though (Ireland).
2008-03-11


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful Peter, I could see myself there enjoying the tranquility

Elle x
2008-03-11