Return to Uìg Beach

The west wind blows
Fierce and strong
Chill and crisp
It tastes of salt

The dark sand waits
Damp and smooth
Brown and gray
Soon comes the tide

Uìg it is called
Windswept beach
Eilean Leòdhais
Land left behind

The young girl stands
Face to the wind
Feet in the sand
Stranger come far

Her heart belongs
The wind her soul
The sand her roots
Finally home

© 2007 Shannon L. McColley.