This tattered coastal hem of county Down, flanked by brazen homes
Belies the rugged pathways that unfold,
From its rude northern promontory.
There glower the twin protectors
Whose idle threat have shielded Belfast this century past.
Across the lough, smoke unfurls
from atop Cave Hill
Signalling the malice of indolent hands,
While here, gnarled trees weave a way
Between wood and waves.
#26Steps G-H | Grey Point to Holywood, Belfast Lough | Gillian McKee