Many years ago a friend and I walked the mountains and islands around parts of Ireland. Also we climbed cliffs and mountain crags, kayaked rivers and explored the shoreline. Then one day he was gone for this earthly place. The following is dedicated to him.
An island lunch.
To Share your Lunch, with one’s best friend.
From nature’s table the view is free.
While wave’s lap at the table’s edge,
And seal’s they watch, from their place of rest.
The sun warm’s my seat of rock,
no man made sound to Be heard.
But now you have gone, from nature’s land.
So my friend, let’s enjoy this bread I share.
Where your spirit and this island meet.