The Changing Corrib

Submitted to the Oughterard Newsletter by Rosemund Previté née Hodgson. H.S.T was a friend of Mr & Mrs R.C. Hodgson of Old Currarevagh

H.S.T (Oughterard Newsletter May 2011)

Morning

There’s a gale upon Lough Corrib

A dry and hearty blow

The great white clouds are racing

The sand is flying low

See the white horses running

Far as the eye can mark

And hear them tumbling crashing

Against the Point of Park

The wildly waving bracken

On Cappagarif scan

And see the trees a-rocking

Throughout the wood of Glann

Along the shore the Alders

In wanton riot sway

The wild swans come for shelter

To Currarevagh Bay

 

Evening

Annaghminogue’s dark shadow

Rests on the placid lake,

The Alders and the bracken

No sound nor movement make,

The waves are now but ripples

The swans are far away

And dusk in quietness closes

On Currarevagh Bay

 

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