Starting way up north from
from fair head in Antrim to
mizen head in Cork there is
not a Border Collie in the 32
counties wishing for a return
to The Troubles before the
Good Friday agreement when
meat was forbidden by the
Catholic Church because fish
is for felines and it was seen
by many canines as a blatant
act of segregation, racism and
even discrimination for which
the animal kingdom of Eire
(In the absence of a Monarch)
has been audibly vocal in all
of the four provinces, many of
the nations kennel clubs and
at last years Crufts Show in
Earls Court London, a Kerry
Blue refused to stand on the
winners podium with a Poodle
who shared first place, because
she was a vegetarian and not
at all sympathetic or supportive
to a universal diet for all breeds
on the island of Ireland.

Blackened rocks like tombstones await the evening tide
Patiently reclining on the seaside
waiting for the coolness of the encroaching sea ever patient ever patient just you wait and see.
The tide has turned the tide has turned the seagulls cry above
over the bay to Mizen Head if only I could join the throng and fly o'er hill and sea far away to the Mizen head...just you wait and see.

We're getting close,
just past the Mizen
and guess what, I
saw the Cork Buoys
out in the white surf,
painted red they were.

No Hurley's though.


Ps.

Still no sign of Arly.