A TRIP TO POWERSCOURT GARDENS Oh endless flower and plant that grow Within your beautiful gardens so vast and rare, Juggling with colour, The silken work graces your countenance. The trees in their stately moods, Pompous yet arrogant too, A garden laced with Grecian figures, Caught in a web of Oriental intrigue, The waterfall nearby, Churning out a spray of mist Perfumed like the Arabian sands Ne'er sun or moon would ever compare With this blanket of beauty. -- Rita Cleary (contemp.), born Dangan, Tuam, Co. Galway.