Maraig

Surrounded by mountains
with a gleam of blue sea
just at the bottom of the road
a lone sheep grazing

A road angles steeply
down from the hill
and up from the sea
where no road was before

A small graveyard
where two rest
that were lost
in war, a century back

Across the fjord
more mountains loom
towering tall and stark
over the empty country

There, a few eked out
their bare bones existence
until sheep and deer
replaced them in Pairc

The sun dips down
behind the Clisham
bronzing the austere face
of Sgaoth Aird and Iosal

A little corner
off the main road
down by the sea
that's Maraig