The ploughman’s whistle, the tinker’s laugh.
The stranded hooker, the breaking wave,
The sunrise gilding the carn of Medb.
The strength of mountains, the swiftness of wind
Blowing over the leagues behind.
The hot lips sealing the spoken word,
The song in gentle places heard.
The wildgoose trumpeting in the blue,
The postcar stuck in a drift of snow.
The bogslide moving, the seaward leap,