Bleached by the bright sun
This door remains latched and closed
To be left alone
Bleached by the bright sun
This door remains latched and closed
To be left alone
Like a hazy dream
Remember this lovely trail
Let’s go there again
Belfast late at night
The Opera House silent
Streets quiet and calm
A face peers at me
Carved on a wooden staircase
Ancient ancestor?
Drinking a Guinness
Listening to live music
In an Irish pub
Lovely Ireland
Land of sea, green fields and sky
Today is your day
Cold wind sweeps along
off the North Atlantic to
the Giant’s Causeway
Glowing in the sun
like a radiant jewel
the Palm House beckons
The River Lagan
Flows to the sea, carrying
dreams and memories
Dreams of Ireland
Cottages with thatch roofs and
Rolling fields of green