Orla, Rita and Mary.

Only those of tolerance seldom criticise,

Rarely does rejection issue from the wise,

Live and let live, compromise, harness bitter tongue,

And if you love the old ones, you’ll stay forever young.

Rivers are earths arteries, filling oceans heart,

Islands are her jewels, cut and set apart,

Trees, her living sculptures, art of mighty hand,

And people are the reapers, and the keepers of her land.

Magic moments seldom come, and last a little while,

And when they pass, your memory reflects them in a smile,

Remember also, as you must, those sad occasions few,

You cannot savor joy, without knowing sorrow too.