Pinewoods thin and it’s curtain up
On the stage of the Glen Derry. 
I stop and stare and raise the cup. 
Of tea mixed with some blackberry. 
The grand old Lodge sits to the left. 
And over there; Luibeg bereft. 

Of human settlers, long since passed. 
These actors of spirit and endeavour. 
Bob Scott and co, a solid cast.
Lost in time and gone forever. 
Sublime silence there is no lack. 
But in’t background the Lui soundtrack. 

Exit stage right there is a bridge. 
That leads through trees and up the glen. 
An escape from the summer midge. 
A path to the Macdui Ben. 
But it is here that one must stay.  
And watch this scene unfold today. 

A ray of sun spotlights Luibeg.
Prompting the ghosts o’ the Derry. 
A perfect script with nothing said. 
No need for lines, no words nary. 
Exit stage left, encore begins.  
It’s back to the Linn of Dee. Fins