After that sad experience at the Titanic, we walk around the lovely town. Cobh is full of steep streets. At the top of one of these steep streets, the view takes my breath away. The name Cobh is the Irish word for Cove, and when standing on top of the hill, I watch the sea cove sparkle in September sunlight, the birds rising and dipping above it. On top of this hill is a very tall church, and as I look way up at the steeple top against the clouds moving, it looks like the whole steeple might fall down on me. We go inside the magnificent building in a hush. I take a few photos then sit down in the historic pew where bottoms have sat for hundreds of years, and pray. There is something very cool about this, hard to explain. I gaze up at the high ceilings, full of artwork, supported by marble pillars. Wow, I can't imagine the people who built that place.
After the most scrumptious lunch of fish n' chips at a harbor-view restaurant, we walk down to touch the sea. Or, at least, that's what I did! I can't wait to touch it, me being a water-lover. There is no beach, just sea wall, stairs leading into the water for the fishermen, and cobblestones slopes all seaweed-strewn. I stare into the seaweed at all the barnacles. I gather sea glass and shells to take home. Awhile later we have ice cream at a tiny joint, where there's just the coolest sayings all over the walls, then go to the park and sit for awhile. I sit in front of the rail over the water and fishing boats, and pen these words on the page:
"For the Beauty of Cobh"
On the coast of Cobh I sit and write
The day is lovely, rare and bright
Fish and chips is my lunch
Then on some sweet delight I haply munch
I play with slimy seaweed
To make haste, I have no need.
I find shells and sea glass
Some little shops I stop at and pass
Tall streets, steep streets, everywhere
Sailboats on the water here and there
This is where Titanic last came through
Loading up with third class Irish crew.
Memories, tales, and history here,
With the smell of sea air always near
Massive church steeples and houses on the hill
For the beauty of Cobh, come and get your fill.
~ By Amelia Newman