After you've kissed the Blarney Stone, don't be so busy telling charming tales and filling the air with fibs that you miss the other magic of Blarney Castle grounds.
Walk outside to see the massive building, the accompanying tower.
That grey stone, fortress for so long.
Head down a misty lane into the rock close.
Your sense of time and space and self fade away.
You'll swear that ancient trees spring up right out of ancient rocks.
You'll lose your mother in a fairy ring and not find her for hours.
You'll think you see a harp growing in a tree.
You'll listen while your Auntie Sheila holds court in an old stone ring:
"You over there, you die. And you - you bring me a pint. Or you die."
You back away from caves you stumble across. You back away very, very slowly.
And when you start to see faces in stones, you know it's time to go.
You know, before you starting hearing them talk to you...
Oh, beautiful Blarney...