Not so the gannet; no avert in flight
If an ill shadow on cliff catches her ken,
Then in measured odds her mood swoops to fight.
She affronts the gale though it is no wind,
No guidance of word does her mind embrace;
With no one ahead and no one behind,
Her counsel is solo, no turn in pace.
There are two things in the world all protect .
That of a life, the other of a home;
The gannet straight, her eye in keen aspect,
Knows this, though her wings soar over the foam.
Declan O'Reilly
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