Carmel, Carmel – how I love your dells and swells
your wild unkempt rambles and shambles.
How beautiful you are – when the sun ambles,
yawning a morning of glitter, bright, light
on the misty fresh crèche' of spring green
where new growth is seen – Bluebells and garlic
idle their waft, reeling a ceiling of pungent perfumes
and Ah! the blooms, the blooms!
Those glossy leafed bowers
and hawthorn flowers
dewy and gemmed
by warm summer showers.

Carmel, Carmel – how I love your nooks and crooks
your damp shady hollows and wallows
How amazing you are – When the day shadows
shafting a casting of motley draped shapes
on the crystal cool pools of reed beds
where the red fox treads – Horsetails and marsh sedge
rootle their stems, rustling and bustling 'til autumn cold chills
and the turlough refills.
Oh! that sepia lake
where hazel leaves shake
shimmering gold
on the blackish opaque.

Carmel, Carmel – how I love your glens and fens
your wide open places and spaces.
How impressive you are – when the wind braces
gusting a dusting of winter blown snow
on the quarry cracked backs of hewn cliffs
where the red kite drifts – Buzzards and kestrels
hover their haunts, perching and searching above the tree tops
Ah! those rocky outcrops
like cathedrals great halls
with clear water falls
gushing a rush
down the mossy stone walls.