The Liffey – River of Gold

From Dublin Bay, past streets years old

With history and stories, still being told

She charms us all

From Winter to Fall

With heavenly light, she’s a river of gold

 

Anna Livia, as Joyce once called she

Flows through Dublin city, to the sea

It sparkles and shimmers

For brave race swimmers

Past crowds on north, and south quay

 

Witness to events, for a thousand years

Rebellions, weddings and a billion tears

She silently rolls on

As we look upon

The oldest presence, who knows no fears

 

Don Cameron 2020

She just keeps rolling….

 

Up the Hill

Me and Jill, went up the hill

For a better view, oh what a thrill

The vista sublime

To horizon line

In sea so calm, now mirror still

 

White obelisk gleaming, at the top

So to the peak, we giddily hop

Lines in the sky

As silver jets fly

Hang-gliders run, and off they drop

 

The sumptuous curve, a sight to behold

Of Killiney Bay, better than told

A gentle breeze stirs

The colourful furze

In sunlight bright, as burnished gold

 

Don Cameron 2020

Mapas Obelisk atop Killiney Hill