For my great friend Bill Cooper who passed away last month RIP. A sonnet for every beautiful county, here goes.
The W.J. Cooper series.
No 1. Dublin Sonnet.
The sun over Howth a wonder to see
Oh countless the years each morning on point
A heavenly glaze on river and sea
The Kish and the Wall all hills to anoint
When fire haired ones left the land of the fjord
And sailed to the land of scholar and saint
Such beauty on view no man could afford
With vistas so pure no artist could paint
My own Dublin bay star-struck the Viking
As fish from the Dodder sated all pangs
The backdrop of mountains oh so striking
And still that magical baldachin hangs
Dublin’s fair city the place of my birth
Of dreamers and poets, lovers and mirth.