Mid morning light across the Mourne
Defining hill and valley;
‘Tis a trick of light where I was born
And once where I did dally.
Fountain of my youth beyond the sea
That laps thon yonder shore;
To warm the heart as years flee
Through memory’s open door.
In this land of the blazing sun
I dream of mist and rain;
And the bay as a child I run
O, to see it once again.
To watch white horses pound the land
Like countless times before;
Salted spray o’er where I’d stand
Upon that bouldered shore.
Monty Alexander 24.11.2011