Green hills

Green hills


Green hills against blue mountains

A warm wind  crowns the autumn eve

October twilight brightens up the sky

As the baton passes to the West. 


Untold suffering beyond our shores

In a Land unHoly, peace has fled

Hounded out by men of violence 

Some in suits behind closed doors. 


The crisis deepens everywhere

We look in vain for sparks of light

What can we do but keep the faith?

Maintain the hope til springtime comes. 


I round the corner and spot the Kish*

It sparkles sweetly in the dying light

A motor boat with white plumes behind

Is witness to advancing night. 


Chestnuts fall on forest floors

As schoolboys  harvest conkers

As their fathers did before

In the hopeful sixties. 


Up the hill climb young women

Long hair flowing releasing perfume

Runners running in white shoes 

Dogs off leash sniffing the air. 


All is well and all is not 

In the places God forgot 

Do the Heavens hear our call?

God speed you reader and us all.  


*Kish Lighthouse is built on a sandbank off Dublin Bay and can be seen clearly from Killiney Hill. 

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