Loch na Bearraig
It has no claim: is one. Its water makes 15 —
For beaches other than those on which it b(.j Ill. And its waves die for more than their own sa bak Ilci IAN Pr, It makes no claim-- as though a claim could DI Colour of islands, absence of a tree Or cliff on one side sailing to the sea.
And no solution can be made to fit The clues it gives, however composite Of ravens above Glen Canisp, deer in it.
If two mergansers, beak to beak, swim round oj Their kissing centre, that is what they've fou And flouncing water is their loving sound.
And drifting flies, whose jury sails can do No more than keep them head to wind, pursue Their own solution and a different clue.
Even light stays universal--though it has tw That it expresses, trailing in long screeds Or sparkling epigrams in a bed of weeds.
And trout swim separate in their private cold. Even if it seems, so closely are they shoaled, It is their wavering turns the water gold.
e)4 A true decorum, where an abstraction finds Easy admittance and haunts these rocky WY Filthy and roaring for its sidling hinds.
NORMAN MACC
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