A VISION OF DOWN

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