Treasures to Behold

As the rocks

Set themselves up against the tunnels below

Colours of gold and black

What does this treasure hold?

Set in columns of circles

In different sizes and shapes

Some look like they have faces

Of the past of the dead

As water is pushed against them

Wearing them away

Standing on the rocks of wonder

We wonder who we are

We wonder who built them

And what they are for

Why so many different formations

What are they?

So many questions

And very few answers

Amazed at each and everyone

People come from all over

To discover them here

As the steps go further almost out to sea

Imagine the men, women and children

Who stood here before

The Irish sea

Life would have been very hard

Especially back them

We now have cars and buses to bring us here

Not walking to much now

Compared to then

If these wonders of the world could speak

In a language of the few

I wonder would it be in gaelic

If only we knew

Of course they would

Sure the inlets run right in

As the visitors set off now

And they drink up the black and grin

Whiskeys on the table tops

Food is everywhere

But spare a thought

For the poor old ones

Who won and who had fought

In times of hardship and pain

They flew the flag again

When we cross the rocks we think of them

As we come here in our flocks