Once I was a young man wild and free and sought beauty.
Lonely shorelines by M.A.Meddings
Long ago I sat on Northern shorelines
and listened to the cries of the Waup
Echoing across floes and marshlands of Sutherland
It heralded in its lonely wailing
All the pathos of a desperate longing
And in its sadness
Where the late summer downpours
Drowned out the ache of sudden tears
I heard again the eerie cry of the Fulmar
Echoing down the wind from the Northland
And on Melvich head
With my face turned into the wind
I heard you long off, speak my name
Softly at first
As a whispering of the ebb waves on
A forgotten shoreline
Then under the lee of the unspoiled dunes
I heard the ghostly cries
Come again and again
I am yours forever
Though we hardly knew it then
The words were plain and true
Your cries whispered You! You! You!
But then I was a young man
Wild and free
Yet last night in dreams again
I went to Halladale once more
And listened to the pathos
Of a Whimbrel calling
And I sat on lonely seashores
And heard the waves call your name
You !
You !
You !
And it was a peaceful sound
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2008-05-02 at 10:18
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