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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-05-02 at 10:18

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Saga
This has truly touched my soul completely!!!
2008-05-06


RhyneHeart
Every words captivates my soul..very nice..thank you for sharing this my hero!!!..kisses
2008-05-06


Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
How beautiful!
2008-05-04


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Truly this poem is beautiful in every way-- each word, each sound, each moment described. As I read each line, I am taken away from this time and place and transported there, right there beside you. My senses become alive and engaged as I read each verse.Michael you are wonderful poet. Never stop writing my darling. The world needs each word painting you create. This is a masterpiece. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyblyvm
2008-05-02


Dan Cederholm
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WoooW what a wonderful text Mike
Melvich is one of the finest places
around the world when you wants to
go Birdwatching sea birds . . .

and many times I have watch the
Fulmare, but from the Swedish
coastline often in October when it
storms . . . the Fulmars glide and some
fast up and downs with the wings . . .
up and down the Fulmar dances with
the top of the wawes and I can realy hear
your beutiful poem . . . the calling . . .

You
You
You . . .

Thanks for an outstanding poem Mike!

all the best, Dan

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2008-05-02