A blinding sun

 A blinding sun


A blinding sun on a sparkling sea

Sea waters splash against the pier

Soft waves lollop on the granite stone

Beneath a pale blue Autumn sky. 


Sunday service is outdoors today

Closer to God and the heavens above

Sunday strollers breathe in the air

Happy and grateful just to be there. 


Peaceful the walk along a cliff path

Follow the lane that the leads to the head

The ancient south east of the island

Half a billion years old and counting. 


We pause for a moment at the ‘aeroplane field’

The site of a crash during the war

Where five young Germans met their end

When their Heinkel crashed above the shore. 


Now past the windmills under their shadows

They point to the sun and quietly turn

In the distance St Vogues chapel in ruins

Site of a monastery from the fifth century. 


Beyond that again the watch out tower

Manned in the war to identify planes

Ugly as sin, built in massed concrete

Proof, if needed, that progress is rare. 


Dog walkers are gone, now left to myself

This county of green fields and blue sky

I am alone in my kingdom this morning

Only the roar of the waves for company. 


This ancient part of rural Ireland

Named by Ptolemy two thousand years ago

The sacred headland full of mystery

Guarding secrets long before history. 

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