The Hebrides

Low the hills cower
undulating
under their
green blankets

Quivering
bog cotton
blows
in the wind

High the ky arcs
Endless blue
dotted with
billowing white

Stories from afar
carried
on the
ocean winds

Speeding along
on the eternal wind
from distant shores
to our old rocks

Fringed by white waves
yellow strands
under blue
rock mountains

The clouds crown the islands
in all hues
from black to white
the Hebrides

Low the hills cower
High the sky arcs
Speeding along
The clouds crown the islands