Geronimo1967
Us Celts do love to run a bit to language, especially if we can set it to our picturesque scenery. We had Robert Burns in Scotland and the Irish had, somewhat later, WB Yeats to turns his thoughts to the beauty and poeticism of many things from the Emerald Isle. This short feature serves to showcase some of the verdant countryside with its pristine streams and waterfalls and its lonely looking mountains that have been sourcing myths and legend since times immemorial. With some wildlife making an appearance, too, the narrator delivers us a potted history of the man himself, and of his many familiar associates, as well as waxing lyrical as we traverse the land enjoying the beauty and the occasional bleakness of the west of the island, and Cou...