Traigh na Beirigh
walking the beach
white gold
between my boots
between my boots
shell rich
beautiful strand
long wide and shallow
wild sea today
waves so big
foam blows
spindrift travels
the rollers
powerfully advance
behind this glory
the dunes
this machair
so rich with flowers
a Spring patchwork
scent so heady
a place so precious
it needs love and care
protection
our duty
to the future
generations to come
Traigh na Berie
must be there
for centuries
4 comments:
Such beautifully painted words. I'm there.
This beach on Lewis is unbelievably beautiful so glad that my words enabled you a picture. Thanks.
I, too, liked this poem.
Hey Yvonne great to see you. Welcome to my blog! I am pleased you liked this poem.
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