Walking/Photo Journal - Roadway to Glenasmole Valley

New Idea for 2011

Some of you might know that I enjoy walking, so now that we're no longer under four feet of snow up here in the Dublin Mountains, I got an idea.

For what it's worth, I plan to take an image each day while I am out and about and maybe bring some of the beauty and history of the place where I live to life!

So here we begin. The sun was out today, and so was I.  Below is one of the small tracks off the main mountain road which leads down to the Glenasmole Valley.  And what better way to kick start this new adventure than to include a poem by John Lee a native of Glenasmole.

John could write a poem in couple of days or a couple of weeks depending on the length (nothing to you Poetry Bus Riders!).  He lived in Glenasmole his whole life, and died in 1982 aged 76.





Glenasmole

In dear old Ireland is a valley,

Away up in the Dublin hills,

and as for beauty none can compare,

with it's heather clad mountains and flowing rills,

and in the evening when work is over,

how pleasant 'tis to take a stroll,

and bathe your eyes on the lovely scenes,

that surround the valley of Glenasmole.

There is an air of peace in this humble valley

you will match it where 'er you go,

I am certain it can compare with

'Green Killarney' or to 'Fair Dungloe',

it's people too they are kind and cheerful,

they work with zeal to achieve their goal,

You may sing the praises of far off places,

my choice will ever be Glenasmole.

- JOHN LEE -