Tucked away, standing solidly,
Minding your own business
At the far end of the beach
Where no one goes.
Reliable, true, always available.
Witness to the sea whistler,
The sand seated bodhran player,
The randy mongrels in heat.
Guardian of Columcille's cave.
He never enjoyed your luxury.
Holidaymakers never came
To tune into his God.

Voyeur of young lovers,
Viewer of lonely walkers,
Sat on by mountain gazers,
Shelter for wind hunted sheep,
Portal for the soul!

Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk

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