I sit beneath a cloudless sky,
And watch the natural world go by,
Across the sea a path of gold,
As the evening sun begins to fold.
Beneath me waves thrash on the rocks,
And ravens dance above in flocks,
A dozen fearless rabbits graze,
And the browning bracken gently sways.
A chough calls from overhead,
Its beak and legs distinctive red,
Below an oystercatcher cries,
And a soaring gannet turns and dives.
Ramsey’s bathed in evening light,
The white of Grassholm just in sight,
Tankers shelter close to shore,
I wonder where they’re heading for.
Sitting in this timeless place,
The bracing wind fresh on my face,
I cannot help but feel at ease,
A scene that never fails to please.
No two days are just the same,
But even in the driving rain,
An ideal place to clear the mind,
I wonder next time what I’ll find...