Tag Archives: Kinsale
Kinsale Harbour’s prettiest sights Are when the boats are rigged with lights – Tinsel fore and streamers aft – Sailors decorate their craft, Reflected in the inky seas Like buoyant, bobbing Christmas trees.
Around the town he’d wheel his pair of bins, That once I heard referred to as his twins. He picked up litter around the ruined fort, And swept the pathways of the coastal walk. Unnoticed by most, he cleaned the … Continue reading
I’ve grown to love this country view Of dark-brown fields ploughed a-new. Candy clouds shot through with pink Cloak the winter sun which sinks Into darkening twilight grey, Sucking colours from the day. The distant lights of … Continue reading
The Atlantic swells towards Gaelic shores Carrying legends of swims that have gone before. I tell of an island as green as can be, Rising like a turtle out of the sea; Surrounded by rocks and crashing waves, Pebbly … Continue reading
Polish your Docksides and chill the Bolly, The Yacht Club’s full of mariners with lolly. The quayside’s a-buzz with boats getting ready; Down the slip ways she goes: look out – hold her steady! Heave Ho! Heave Ho! Hoist the sails … Continue reading