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Lines Oan Pennen
Far tae the North hidden alang Moray coast,
Therr bides a little toon o which yin can boast.
Wi a rid phone boax in pride o place mak a call tae freends an aa.
Nae thing tae spile the view ower grey blue sea reflecting azure sky
Rest yer mind oan Pennans lap bringing a smile tae yer mou'.
Sky ablaze with fire a glow as ancient as the stones
Ancients witnessed this cosmic fire thinking it was the gods ire,
Hiding within circles of towering stone while druids chanted
Smiling as they alone knew ,it was the voyage of the sun roon the wurld
Bringing the gift of life making crops grow at summers height.
Stillness settles over the sea and land, lulling all to rest and sleep,
A flash o siller moon catching and painted by setting sun.
Now the red of setting sun is painted over the sky,
Segou’s fly hame tae roost oan clifface steep an sheer,
Till yince again at dawns rise brichtens the sky again.
Splish, splash said the seagaus yin tae anither,
Fur whit wull we hae fur oor supper e dey,
said the ither ,Ah ken lets hae fish,
Whit again replied the first ane, weel we aa ken that at Pennan ye allus get the
best fush
my but yer richt therr ma freen quick afore yon dolphins jin the queue
C,mon n hurry get therr furst an gie them the push.
Pennan is the fushing village wherr “Local Hero” wus fulmed.
Copyright ©
Andrew Mcintyre
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