Muriel Rachael Graham
Slieve Croob Mountain
How many sunsets arose behind your peaks?
Rippling water in the valleys
Quenched the thirst of "blackfaced" sheep.
Shrouded in purple heather or
The yellow of the gorse
Thunder rolled and lightning flashed
subsided, when it done it's worst.
Rumbled on among the drumlins
Complaining it hadn't achieved its goal