Out of the Blue - A Little Book of Inspiration
The Gateway to Connemara
Tis the Connemara Gateway
Its name is Oughterard
Its people are so friendly
No “Blow in” here is barred.
The doom & Gloom of winter past
When came lashing down –
St Patrick’s Day has been & gone
With floats & flags in Town.
Now Easter her & songs of Joy
In Churches all day singing.
The birds are busy in their nests
In budding Trees are singing.
Come may, the boats are sailing
On LakeCorrib – that’s its name
May flies get caught by children
It’s fishing time again
Summer brings the sunshine
When visitors appear.
They sit & chat outside the Pubs –
Inside – the music hear.
With Autumn now the falling leaves
Are swirling, racing, blowing.
Thin wisps of smoke from chimneys rise
The fires with Turf are glowing.
Now Xmas Eve is here again,
The shops so warm & bright.
There’s carol singing in the square
On this most Holy Night.
And so another year rolls by –
Are seasons bringing pleasure,
They bring to Oughterard its life
Of work & Play & Leisure!