You who prefer the north be not dismayed
That I to the fair realm where southside folk
Dwell in their farms and hamlets give my heart.
I am not blind to all the wealth displayed
In sandy beach and mountain glen, the cloak
Of rich embroidery that with simple art
The northside wears like some sweet bridal maid.
Nor do I stand unmoved where Orry spoke,
Claiming his kingdom like a god apart
Who sailed the stream the Milky Way had laid.
But that which draws me with compelling power
Is the bright shield that lies towards the south,
On which each vivid hue of field and flower
Smiles tenderly as a fond mother’s mouth.
Weekly Times 14.9.62