My Belfast Home.
Black mountain.
Hill that broods over the city.
Is that peace it whispers?
Earth now brown
Earth now green
Earth now black.
We owned it
in the front room window.
Steady and patient
Unchanging.
Telling time
Changing seasons
Holding up the sky.
Sky now blue
Sky now grey
Sky now black.
From you a sending.
Down to the river
Down to the lough
And on down to the sea.
Water now red
Water now green
Water now black.
