I stood there upon the summit
After a long hard climb
Looked down upon the land below
To rest I took my time
After, descending around me I looked
But no where could I see
The lake where Queen Maeve she bathed
When killed by her nephew, was said to be.
I looked out towards Cavan and Gowna
Where blue mountains hugged the sky
When the folk of old buried there dead
In Cairns here, I then understood why.
To live, or be buried with such a view
Would gladden any heart
Though I did not see the Cairns when there
Before I did depart.
The Iron Aerial tears the heavens
As if a grotesque tree standing there
Some say iron on a mountain
Bothers the little folk, but I don’t care.
Among nature, its like a weird sort of sculpture
Standing out, it looks the part…
Different from, yet one with nature…
A functional piece of modern art.
I climbed Cairn Hill the hard way
Not the way that was marked out…
And yet, seeing both sides, I think
Fate brought that fact about.
I saw the sights few climbers see
Views towards Sligo from the hill…
If given the option to do the likes again…
Take the scenic route like I did this time, I will.