Winterscape

When Razorbills plunge in frothy seas, and hunched herons stare, out to eternity,
and muffled figures venture on beaches of stinging sands,with noses red, and frozen hands.
that's where I long to be.

When herring gulls surf white horse waves, and fishing nets on wooden staves,
with caught dead fish, pecked by carrion knaves,
that's where I long to be.

When tangles of seaweed roll up the beach, and Christmas puppies the owners teach,
to sit and stay, on the windswept shore, and Chocolate Labradors jump the incoming wave
to show the puppies that they are brave,
That's where I long to be.

Where sky and sea blend into one,and morning fogs the winter sun, and grey is the pallete of Nature's choice,
I stand on top of the highest dune and raise my arms
and I rejoice!
For that's where I long to be.


Lower Largo Beach, Boxing Day 2010.

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Apr 25, 2011
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by: May

Hi Bruce, thanks for coming back to Isla so quickly.

Great poem Bruce. But you know I love your work. Maybe seeing you at Maggie's sometime!

May

Apr 25, 2011
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Isla
by: Anonymous

Hi Isla,
I am the author of this poem, please contact me at [email protected]

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Can I use this? Who is the poet?
by: Isla

I am a student photographer and am doing a photobook for my graded unit, my topic being on the NE Scottish coastline. I would lvery much like to use this as an opening poem to set the mood for the book. Can someone tell me who the author/poet is and if it is ok to use for this purpose?

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