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