CLIFF WALK
(THE BEAUTY OF
SEATON CLIFFS ANGUS)
How I’d love to
walk again,
Along the Angus
cliffs so steep.
From Arbroath to
Auchmithie,
Where red sandstone
drops,
Into the cold North
sea, dark and deep.
Where primrose and
sea campion bloom,
And guillemots and
razorbill share rocky ledge.
Puffins pockmarked
nests strewn on windswept grass,
And bellflower and
caline thistle shiver on the edge.
As the wind
playfully guides the fulmar,
To rake over the
precarious stacks.
Rock doves circle
in watchful sweeps,
About the sea
gurgling caves of black.
Devils eye arches
and giant rock pedestals,
Designed by the
wind and the surf.
Falling boulders a
testament to their power,
Aged stones growing
beards of turf.
The ghostly
silhouette of Red Castle,
Stands guard over
the stunning Lunan Bay.
But, that sight of
joyous Scottish wonder,
Will have to be
saved for another fine day.
Behind the moss
covered, crumbling stone walls,
Fields ready for
sprout, “tatties
The resting place
for weary herring gulls
And the striking
oystercatcher occasionally ‘Beeps’.
The huddled and
whitewashed fishermen’s cottages,
Snugly fitted and
shouldered in the helm of Auchmithie.
A day spent on the
Seaton cliffs of Angus,
Shows off the
birthplace of Scotland to me.
Phil Hall April 2013
you paint such vivid pictures with these words i could feel the wind and smell the sea, hear the birds and best of all i could feel the ground under my feet. what a feeling! as if i could walk the hiking paths again. this gives me renewed inspiration to keep up with physcial therapy. my friend i do love you.xxx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I would visit there in a heartbeat! Have been to Ireland 3 times, and Northern Wales once. We have talked of going to Scotland when we are able to afford to travel that way again. Thank you for sharing such a lovely piece of your heritage!
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