Us Celts do love to run a bit to language, especially if we can set it to our picturesque scenery. We had Robert Burns in Scotland and the Irish had, somewhat later, WB Yeats to turns his thoughts to the beauty and poeticism of many things from the Emerald Isle. This short feature serves to showcase some of the verdant countryside with it’s pristine streams and waterfalls and it’s lonely looking mountains that have been sourcing myths and legend since times immemorial. With some wildlife making an appearance, too, the narrator delivers us a potted history of the man himself, and of his many familiar associates, as well as waxing lyrical as we traverse the land enjoying the beauty and the occasional bleakness of the west of the island, and County Sligo where this particular bard spent many of his formative years. This makes no attempt at offering us a chronology of his life, nor any sort of detailed biopic, it satisfies itself with being a misty-eyed tourist attraction accompanied by some of his verses and it's quite watchable at that.