A Lovers Dream Poem by Douglas McClarty

Many a journey home I've looked at Knocklayde
I could tell its mood by the colours God made
On a sunny day it displayed its many shades of green
Yet long winter days looked grey, a desolate scene

Some day it's my dream to climb to the top
Just to sit there looking, relaxing on a grassy spot
Looking at the fields of Ireland, savioring the view
But more important, I want to sit there with you

Together we'll climb each step hand in hand
A journey unknown to my love, be unplanned
When we get to the top, I'll bend on my knee
Will be the perfect place to ask 'will you marry me'