Poems

Oh the birds dream of Uist as they fly

Uist of the singing lochs

Uist of the shorelines

the birds dream, the birds dream.

 

It pulls them in the wind

it’s in the heart of the wind

doesn’t mind, doesn’t mention

the ground work, vigilance,

the pecking.

 

It seals the air lock

keeps the flock exposed

keeps it flying over shelter, farther on –

for the rest and the water at the end

will be home – head there

fly there, rest, nest.

 

The birds dream as they fly

Uist of the singing lochs

of the shorelines

The birds dream of Uist.