Somewhere in time... As mother nature nurtured Ireland She paid close attention to the Dingle coast And blanketed the hillside With a patchwork quilt of colors There are more greens here... Than anywhere in the world Forty shades or more A wonderful quilt Each square stitched With a hedge of fuchsias... And century stoned fences. Soft pillows of lambs wool Some with faces of black Blues and red dyes... Their only cosmetics. Threads and threads Of beautiful flowers... Heathers of lavenders Purples and blues Bouquets...ready made Bunches of golds, reds and marigold... Peeking from rocks... Ready for a country table Giant crags that overhang... Tidal pools of coastlines... Wild and free... Beehives of stones... Monk's cottages of long ago Dotting God's chart Of historic Dingle.