Dhoor

A twisting road beneath an arch of trees

Leads northwards out of Ramsey to the Dhoor.

The seeker after peace.  High hedges bend

Their thorny arms above and catch the breeze,

Showering in spring their snowy blossom o’er

The pavements, with the fairy gold to blend

Of dandelions.  Clouds like stormy seas

Breaking in the blue, and scatter to the poor

Blessings of sun and rain, food without end,

Meat for the body and the spirit’s ease.

Leave the hard road where sunken chapel’s slates

Lie ‘neath the gaze and a young careless track

Beckons the feet : press on and look not back –

There in the fields’ green heart a welcome waits.

Mona’s Herald     21.2.61