Sacchidānanda
Sacred Heart of The Burren
There is a Mosaic of Magic disappearing lakes in the Sacred Heart of The Burren Where the water sculpts and enters the rock shapes Of fossils, runnel, pavement & erratic’s Revealing Carron turlough in winter Like a fully-fledged lake Inviting fishermen & Whopper swans Only to vanish in Summer Leaving a lush meadow to pasture for pregnant Belties.
Our Sacred Burren is a Botanist & Ornithologist Paradise I (For Mary Johnston) Our Sacred Burren is a Botanist & Ornithologist Paradise Whether your Bird watchin’ or Flower watchin’ or gauking. Archaic fairy foxglove erinus alpinus Or alpine blossom Reminiscent of Bishop Purple hue On walks near Fanore Red valerian centranthus ruber Colour that would stop you in your tracks gauking. Burren is a Botanist & Ornithologist Paradise Whether your Bird watchin’ or Flower watchin’ or gauking. Following on hue wise On the south slope of Cappanwalla Where petrifying springs emerge Offering perfect habitat for Large flowered Butterwort or pinguicula grandiflora A haze of Purple hue ignites And where carcases of flies lay hewn Trapped by plants sticky leaves. Peering out of wet soil in Burren marches & turloughs Yellow Iris or iris pseudacorus
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