The

Green Valleys of Ballintrillick

By Jane Gilgun

In the early morning the mist rises in the green valleys of Ballintrillick Yellow patches of newly mown fields come into view Sunlight sparkles through the dew on the tall grasses along the lanes Foxgloves nod to the bees On Ben Wiskin a lamb bleats for its mammy Below the pigs tumble out of their houses blinking in the bright light A white calf frolicks beside its black dam A fishing boat put puts out of Mullaghmore Harbor Slieve League stands silent, enveloped in blue haze The farmer pulls the covers up to his neck and sinks back into sleep The farmers wife puts the coffee on Shes grateful for a few moments of peace