The Irish Glen

Down the mountainside there lies a green mossy Glen,
Beyond the morning mist there just around the bend .
Well kept secrets of the Lake awaits us and them.
Scattered were dewdrops glisten on the Irish Elm,
a picture perfect clustered all around the Glen .
Before the weary eyes of the Lake fishermen,
who walk along the paths of the sleek silver trout,
As the rays of the sun warm them inside and out .
As the Glens Folk slept cradled by the mountainside
Far away from where lake fishermen go to hide .
Someone in the lake held a trout up in his hand ,
Around the Lakes are secrets deep in Ireland