Travelling along to Crawfordsburn
you’ll come on Nature’s bower,
Where ivy and buttercups abound
and trees above them tower.
Here and there one also sees
the subtlety of the fern,
Clinging to the mossy banks
or protruding from a cairn.
At its given time a shimmering sea
of blue and delicate bell,
Another wistful adornment
to hold you in its spell.
The oak, the beech and chestnut
touch in profusion there,
And just like Eden’s garden
a place unique and rare.
To see it at its most sublime
is in early morning light,
When sunbeams of silver penetrate
a glorious stunning sight.
Year by year the seasons flow
over our beloved land;
To watch Earth’s changing mantle,
tis at Crawfordsburn I’ll stand.
Monty Alexander 2.6.96