"Gifts"

If you walk the Boreen, to the field on the hill
'Tis there you'll find that time stands still
The only sounds from over the wall
Seem to test ones hearing, or not at all

No one to talk to, No one to see
No need for impressions, just let yourself free
Enjoy the blessings of being alone
And admire the walls, put together with stone

You can feel the wind sweeping by in silence
No beginning, No end, No measure, No guidance
"Twill rain". they said. "Stay close to your car"
"Or better still, take a drink at the bar"

Being this close to heaven they cannot see
The Gifts that surround them, "Let the rain fall on me"
m.c.d. 2/16/2006