The Giants Causeway
Steps and columns
Columns of men
The giant steps
When stepping on them
Leading his men
Upwards and on
Where will he get to?
Will they have gone?
Red in the twilight
Salt spray and musk
Why stepping over?
A causeway of dusk
Climbing to conquer
Getting across
Mission accomplished?
Time at a loss
Tides whip his ankles
Striding to sea
Lesser men falter
Thus it will be.
Try as we must
We must always try
To step over causeways:
try till we die.
Each step a triumph
Make it all true:
All of us, giants
Red, white and blue!