Causeway View
CAUSEWAY VIEW
Scotland’s west coast
Untidy, uncivilized, ragged,
Flings its hands
Graspingly at the ocean:
Its long bony green fingers,
Its immediate mountains,
Surprisingly close. Its suddenness
Across the steel-grey dark sea
With heavy clouds threatening
From Beinn na Lice to here -
Dark and Menacing.
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NOTE
Standing on the Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland, you are only 13 miles
west of the Scottish coast, which can appear dramatically out of the mist.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2015
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