Ayre Head Poem by John Paul Butler

The point of Ayre is
But to breathe
Just breathe and to be
As the air looms

In the summer
This place is tame
A serene scene
A sanctuary of sorts
To the fauna and me
Birds take to the Ayre
And effortlessly
My mind flies here too

For l am the son and heir
Of sun and the Ayre

In the winter
It's beyond wild here
A landscape in defence
Against the season
And its weather
But l'm sheltered
In the nest of my head
By the thought of summer

For l am the son and heir
Of sun and the Ayre
And the point of Ayre is
But to breathe
Just breathe and to be
As the air looms