The Creative Sea

I sat up on the hill at Cullamor
surrounded by a handful of cattle
watching the rain being made
I could see a rainbow 30 miles away
and the skift of a shower
over beyont Tedavnet
now and then Monaghan Cathedral
reared its ugly head from disgrace
I could hear the wind in the Freestate forest
tickling, teasing, tantalizing my mind
lulling me, lolling me out on the creative sea