Spring in Ireland's West

From the low countries of the continent I came in May
To West Ireland's beautiful country to stay
Along the shores of Lough Corrib at Oughterard
There was enough happiness for a poem from your bard

Terns and martins flying close to the surface of the lake
With olive mayflies hatching, kept our fishing dreams awake
The trout caught were marvelously speckled red and brown
Flaherty and Costelloe did not let us down

Where Tolkien of hobbit fame viewed the Irishman's land
Where dolmen and medieval ruins in the Burrens stand
A double rainbow was there for me to see
The skies revealed the sun but also rained on me

Along the ocean at Roundstone in Connemara's west
At O'Dowds the seafood was at its best
The brown weeds and clear waters had in store
Oysters mussels crabs and fish much more

In Mayo we viewed Saint Patrick's mountain
Whose teachings were Christianities' early fountain
For the gaelic speaking people to build their civilization
For their earls and high kings and many a coronation

Not to forget the Ashford castle with many a centuries' old tree
At the northern tip of the island dotted Corrib sea
Where salmon still surge upstream to their birthplace
From the deep ocean and Galway's bay at a relentless pace

From my books on mushrooms I was wise enough
Recognizing Saint George's edible one was not too tough
In spring my friends search for this pine roots delicacy
And keep the exquisite Tricholoma Georgii in your memory

The weeks' end came all too soon
Which we realized traveling to the hill of Doon
Back on the western way high road to the waterfall of Oughterard
The last quest of the family with Opa the poet your bard

However nothing gave us more happiness here in May
Nothing was more pleasant during our stay
Than Irish folks and foreign blokes talkative and kind
My friends I cannot but to forever keep you in my mind