Lough Ree / Isla Grant As I sit here by the window &#111&#110 this lovely autumn day, I look out &#111&#110 the waters of Lough Ree, I see the small boats drifting by, I hear the Seagulls cry. And there's no place else &#111&#110 earth I'd rather be. The trees are slowly turning with the seasons, Their leaves are changing now to autumn gold. Is there an..