Dun Laoghaire Pier January 9th.
The sun is setting behind the hills
We proudly call our mountains
The sky is lit with a golden glow
As along the pier we come and go
The Borough’s spires stand proud
Above grey homes and offices.
Handsome granite pier from Dalkey
Hewn from an ancient quarry
The icy harbor lies empty
Of boats tied up in moorings.
The winter wind whips little waves
Upon a sheet of steely grey.
The healthy walkers dressed in hats
And scarves and gloves defeat the cold
Bear witness to a spirit
Born two centuries ago
They breathe the air and fill their lungs
Before returning to their homes.
Where Christmas lights still twinkle
In defiance of prevailing gloom
In answer to the gauntlet
Thrown down by nasty Covid
We shall stride and overcome
This brand New Year we’ll call our own.
We’re at the peak of daily cases -
That’s our fervent hope
While fallen records lay sadly broken
With every passing day we mourn
The loss of family, friends and more
And wonder when this will be over.
We reach end of pier and pause a while
To admire the view of sea and sky
That stretches all the way to Howth
Where we’ll get to visit somehow.
When tiers are lowered and once again
We travel where our whim will take us.
For now it’s back to comfy houses
Once inside we’re turning on
The heating regardless of the cost
We’ll have every radiator
As hot as in a foundry
We feel right now as if we’re worth it.
And even if we’re not.
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