This mountain looks upon Belleek:
Belleek surverys the sea;
And I stand on this mountain’s peak –
A poet wild and free.

Why do I say that I am wild?
And why of Freedom boast?
I am this savage mountain’s child,
Unchained to any post.

The land, an open map, below;
Above, the heavens extend;
And I can let my fancies go
Beyond the world’s end.

Yon lark that carols in the sky
Is my companion meet;
It sings for me, and for it I
Compose my ditties sweet.

The moorwinds sweeping o’er the heath
Dance merrily along;
And while I feel their cooling breath,
I hear their happy song.

Alone with God upon this peak –
With God, for He is here;
In songs of birds I hear Him speak
Sweet words of love and cheer.

Remote from men, alone with God,
A poet wild and free –
My roof, the heavens high and broad,
My floor, the land and sea.
…………….
Meet – fit or suitable

Michael Mullin ‘The Bard of Foremass’
Foremass Lower, Sixmilecross, Co. Tyrone