On the West trip, we went along the Dingle Peninsula, and saw beautiful, scenic sites! There was healthy green land that stretched for miles & miles, beautiful blue water of the Atlantic Ocean, and animals that got to live in this wonderful setting all the time. Being able to see all of these sites was astonishing. It was unreal to see, and to believe people actually live here and are able to see the view everyday when they wake up. There was such a sense of peace and relaxation that, I personally, would never be able to get over. I can imagine reading, painting, or just sitting in silence in one of the green fields and being so content with everything.
Looking out off the cliffs, I saw islands. I wished I was able to be on one of them and see the view from there. Maybe to take a boat and just adventure off and see what I could fine. However, looking at these islands made me think back to the poem, "The Given Note" from Heaney. The poem mentions, "On the most westerly Blasket...", which refers to the islands off of the Dingle Peninsula. So when I was looking out, I was able to recall a piece of literary work. As I mentioned before, it was just a sense of peacefulness.
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