A Poem for East Beach, Cobh

A poem by Dolores M. Stephenson inspired by her painting of East Beach in Cobh.

Presented on the reverse of prints available at Tregan Craft centre.

East Beach

A town carved a side a cliff

A sculpture built from bricks and rocks

The shape of which are homes and shops

Many walked these winding paths

The steps they took beneath your feet

Past and present strangers meet

We sit in stillness by the sea

For Cobh is not a place of hustle

And neither will you find much bustle

But peace that freely blows a breeze

Near clouds above within your reach

As you trail ancient hills from East Beach