Sliabh Mish in Summer:
Her lows and highs beyond
The fields that lie
Beside Tralee at Boherbee,
Where in the sun
In front of Dunnes
The shoppers
Filter in and out;
While sleepy breezes
Find their way
From Tralee Bay
To fill the afternoon
With sea wine from
The Maharees;
Or to have sweet reveries
Of sharing a siesta
With that mountain,
Guardian of the town,
Beneath its eiderdown
Spun from clouds
In bridal white that lie
On curves and crests
Along a blue horizon
Of a day in time.
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