Gentle as the lapping frill on Kilshannig shore,
between the strung out lonely poles conducting skylit power,
against the charcoal sketches lining distant Dingle ridges,
among the oyster catchers and trot-trotting sanderlings:
unbridled silhouettes gaze on the Hogs of Magharee.
Sleek surprises, piebald, white, chestnut, skew and ebony.
Luxurious, they crop and nuzzle verdant salty scrub,
sharing air with meadow pipits, rowdy summer gulls.
With lazy clop, they idle on the verges in the lanes;
tranquillity imbues the shake and chaos of their manes.
Room to roam on parish roads, unfenced, at liberty;
daughters of unbroken kings, the Pegasus of Kerry.