I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
~ W. B. Yeats, The Lake Isle of Innisfree
HANNA'S WALK 
One of my favorites! That poem used to hang on the wall in my grandmother’s kitchen, and now in my parents’ kitchen.
Thank you for sharing your wonderful story, Robert. A good tradition that has become with that poem!
I’ve have never been to Ireland. Though I have a few places of my own kept in my heart’s core. I’m grateful for that.
I really love the photo.
You perfectly cached the evening mood.
A quiet magical landscape known for a ghost story or two ☺
That’s a gorgeous photo!
Thank you, Montucky!!