View From Dunmoran Strand Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Over the cattle steel path from car parking
and down onto Dunmoran Strand. A brisk hour
to the harbour rest place with prayer monk isle view.
Aughris head, and broken statue,
Mullaghmore where blood red water flowed then,
both in history time.
A lone mother suns herself and lone son
builds sand castles on Dunmoran strand mid day,
solitaire sounds.

I have been walking here before,
cows afield looking down contemplating
and chewing cud. Ruined walls, abandoned homes,
abandoned prayer place, abandonment.

I notice, as I look upon the stand some footprints,
only mine, between Aughris head and Mullaghmore,
a broken statue, and where blood red water flowed.