Nettles dancing
Nettles dancing
Nettles dancing in the breeze
Roaring winds in tops of trees
Summer days now take their leave
As Autumn elbows in.
Woodland paths damp with showers
Darkened woods with autumn colors
Ancient boulders green with moss
August's gain is July's loss.
High up on the Hill a swirling mist
Skirts the summit with the gift
Of moody broken cloudy views
Of Wicklow Mountains, gentle hues.
Wet the grass and soft the air
A gentle stroll, no fear of heat,
The greens of every shade reward
The Irish Summer in retreat.
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