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