by Keith Handley.
The Isle of Man, a Green gem in the middle of the Irish Sea,
An Isle, whose children are scattered all around the Globe,
Now all linked together at breakneck speed,
All caught in an Electronic net that brings people together again.
Some will have visited the Isle and leave with memories never to forget,
But some will never visit the land of their ancestors birth,
To sense the feeling of stillness at Cashtal or high at Mull,
The smell of the wild garlic at Braddan will never be for them.
Take the time to stand on the prom and watch the boat cross the bay,
More people coming to Mona's Isle of Beauty today,
Watch the seals bask in the summer sun down at the calf,
But guard your sandwiches as the gull dive for their tea.
To stand on Snaefell is something never to forget,
If you pick your day and can see the summit from below,
Gaze at the kingdoms to North, South, East and West.
Upwards to heaven , then downwards at Ellan Vannin, the best.
The Bungalow is a favourite place for me,
The sound of the bikes as they fly past the tram,
Then Onwards to victory, those brave men of steel,
Joey, Mike, Ago, the cream of their breed.
Douglas Head is a fine place to be, to watch and think great thoughts,
Behind you, Mona's word is spread to the world at lightening speed,
But slow down, watch the waves , there is plenty of time,
Just soak in the bays sweep as the wind blows your mind.
Walk among the bluebells in Port Erin as you walk to Milners Key,
Gaze on the ancient St Patrick's Isle, where the heaven sent waves crash home,
Stroll along the quiet back waters of the Isle with themselves as your guide,
Then dream of times when life was simple, but harder for those with mouths to feed.
For those who live on the Isle are the lucky ones,
Never being many miles from the roaring Irish Sea,
The Isle is a special place to stand and stare,
and if you're lucky, you might get queenies for tea ! .
By Keith A. Handley, 2003. (c)
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