|The Diamon in Donegal, with its monument to the Four Masters||Carrowmore megalithic site|
|Cast a cold eye
on life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
|The grave of Yeats (1865-1939)||Yeats's epitaph, from one of his own poems|
|Galway||A lovely bookshop|
|View northwards towards Galway, across the bay||Gorgeous views, clear and sunny|
|Three Aran Islands in the distance||Colorful flowers|
|Road along the coast||An Irish road|
|What a wall!|
|Cliffs of Moher|
|Tourist at Poulnabrone Dolmen, the latter dating from around -2500 (like the first pyramids in Egypt, the tourist being somewhat more recent in spite of some insinuations to the contrary...)|
|I, the poet, William Yeats,
With common sedge and broken slates
And smithy work from the Gort forge,
Restored this tower for my wife George;
And on my heirs I lay a curse
If they should alter for the worse
From fashion or an empty mind,
What Raftery built and Scott designed.
Ireland is marvelous. We love it and intend to go back.