Hearach

Forced to turn your back on machair lands
You face the sea
Who’s salt-spray carves itself upon
Your face

Working oars, and ropes and sails
You handle your boat
Who’s voyages are etched into
Your hands

Looking back at island peaks
You see the heart of Harris
Who’s ancient rocks strengthen
Your heart

This sea-ware safe returned to shore
You feed the hungry souls
Who’s peat-smoked tales feed
Your soul

Forced to turn your back on machair lands
You face the future
Who’s uncertainty’s reflected in the deep-dark loch in which we see
Your face

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