" P@tH Im@ges "
" The Mountain Stream "
" And I shall have some peace there, For peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veil of morn, To where the cricket sings,
Where midnights all a glimmer, And noon a purple glow,
And evenings filled with linnets wings "
{William Butler Yeats}
This stream comes from a spring that cascades out from under a boulder high up on the ridge in the distance. It plays it own special music as it tumbles down the mountain where it joins many other such streams, eventually forming the great Vartry river which enters the port of Wicklow 20 miles to the south east.
The lone Mountain Ash stands and watches its passing as it has done for so many years.
A wild and a beautiful place.
P@t.
" The Mountain Stream "
" And I shall have some peace there, For peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veil of morn, To where the cricket sings,
Where midnights all a glimmer, And noon a purple glow,
And evenings filled with linnets wings "
{William Butler Yeats}
This stream comes from a spring that cascades out from under a boulder high up on the ridge in the distance. It plays it own special music as it tumbles down the mountain where it joins many other such streams, eventually forming the great Vartry river which enters the port of Wicklow 20 miles to the south east.
The lone Mountain Ash stands and watches its passing as it has done for so many years.
A wild and a beautiful place.
P@t.