Killiney Hill
Where sea-kissed breezes gently roam,
Above the cliffs, beneath the dome
Of sky so wide and ocean deep—
Killiney Hill begins its sweep.
A winding path through wooded grace,
Where sunlight dances, leaves embrace,
The whispering trees, the robin’s trill,
All hush the world, and time stands still.
The obelisk, in silence tall,
A watchful stone, it guards it all—
Built in times of hunger’s cry,
Now gazes calmly at the sky.
From summit high, the world unrolls:
Dublin’s curve, and seagulls’ calls,
The Wicklow peaks in misty lines,
And far beyond, the Welsh coast shines.
The sea below in silver plays,
As if to bless your quiet days.
And hearts that climb that hill so fair
May leave their worries in the air.