Theatre of Words

THEATRE OF WORDS

What a privilege to stand here today

A theatre of word’s on display

My feet firmly settled on this impressive rock

I awoke to spectacular views over the lough

A delightful shoreline littered with secluded bays

As many a passer by runs out of days

To drool over curving sea inlets with hills cascading

As the autumn’s sun is gently fading

With my hometown Newtownards below

Sunken in a valley just as it was century’s ago

It is hard to grasp this space belongs to the leadmines

Still here today the old mineshafts they dug in poorer times

If I slowly turn full circle to this grandeur of space

I can see deer’s strolling along this wonderful place

Further a field in the distance is the Isle of Man

To the north bonnie Scotland not far of hand

And right behind me I can see Whitehead

All this above mountains of buried lead

You could travel the world and never be this passionate

For this spot while you digest you will freely admit

Up here stands our own earthly heaven

That charming postcard I kept in my head since the day I was seven

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