Walking on the machair
Walking on the machair
An October afternoon
Rain still in the air
Blowing from the west
Black face sheep are everywhere
They baa and bleat
So sweet the sound
Music on the air
I reach the edge
The sea in front
Blue some grey and even green
Between; the pure white strand
Some gannets dive
Oystercatchers
Cluster by the tide
Illustrate their nervous disposition
Rabbits here abound
Their numbers are too many
Blackface sheep are everywhere
Walking on the machair
