M.O.N.(manx organic network)
A poem by Rex Tyler (rex@cooksdelight.co.uk)
Source: www.cooksdelight.co.uk


The Irish Sea
Did things for me
And magic's manx cats
tails away
The Mannanan cloak
is so bespoke
It doth protect
us all to-day

The great Snow Hill
climbs upwards till
The Norseman's calves
know pain
Snaefell could show
Those souls who grow
Our food how they can gain

This island green
Where I've just been
Which ever way you throw
Me I shall stand
On any strand
The Manx spirit does grow

The Irish Sea
Majestically
Sees seaweed carpets rest
The Spinney sighs
Opens its eyes
Confronts the wind with zest

"MON" it now lives
And to others gives
A power to those who be
Prepared to rise
And to realise
One's wealth organically

Where verdant fields
improve on yields
As vital as can be
I stand in awe
that more and more
Think organically

And will raise the true green spirit
And march into the night
You have no need to worry
For in all of you, there's light
And Janet steers her trusty ship
And inspires her faithful crew
For with such strength and commitment
There is nothing you can't do