Bray is a beautiful pale blue sky, its sunrise shimmering across the water

White cotton wool clouds moving slowly on a summers’ morning

It fills its lungs with freshness, salt air and lingering seaweed

It offers tranquillity, respite from the hustle and bustle of everyday life

 

If it were a car, it would be an old vintage, full of charm and old-world elegance

People would stop to look, admiring its solid beauty, life at a slower pace

But like an old deck chair, worn and faded by the sun, it has seen better days

 

It’s like an old oak tree, rooted deep in history, branches spreading out, pushing out

It’s the big bands and traditions of yesterday, reaching for the trends of today

It has its secrets, past and present, good and bad

Cloaked in coats of bygone glory and present day survival

Josephine Nolan