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Another Time, Another Place
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Distant Thunder
Farewell to Six Loved Ones
Father
For Anke
Instantaneous
Metamorphosis
Naked Autumn
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Requiem for an Ulsterman
Solitude in A
West Church, Bangor

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A Child of the Troubles
Discovery of St Anne's
Donegal Pass
For Love in a Lost Place
Lamb's Conduit
Red
These are the Days
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A world rent asunder ...
Two solitudes meet in isolation,
Entwined in the dance unbreakable.
Like the ice-formed contours of this, my home,
She flows from mountain to sea.
Free spirit of the reborn,
Now darting, now pausing
Like shadows at day’s rebirth.
The song I sing is heard but not heeded
- By the Queen of the Hills.

Fiery as clans of old, cascading down
To meet this phial of life;
Deep wells radiating a new calm.
The Lady of the Manor. Come home.

(c)  Philip Ralph Johnston
 8 September 1991