In Sligo Leitrim Swans commute
en route past our window almost
hourly between loughs and Lacs
or turloughs, their watery bowers.

There is a peace here, a horizon
mused with metaphoric tapestries
just waiting to be deciphered into
the prosaic stitchings of a crochet.

Knitting a visual yarn from natures
bountiful splendour even a Winters
tale in this area of solitary solstice
brings one a contented diversion.

The unmeasurable warmness is
traditional, echoes in en passant
pause with the briefness of ants
conveying a tete a tete greeting.

Lake Lands are our everglades
the eco cultural centre where a
history of the nations resources
harmonise without exploitation.



Ps.

Lake Lands is an area in Irelands
north western region of Sligo/Leitrim
where lakes are as abundant as flies
on fresh cow dung and I am here for
Christmas week. 25th Dec 2020.