A Northern Coast by G. Bremner

[Murchiemannie]

Far from the towns and the cities
away from the flowlands of home
down on the shores of that North Coast
that's where my memory still roams.

The waves of the Pentland keep rolling
as they break on the hard rocks below
the Cormorants they dive from the high ledges
while the Puffins skim o'er the flow.

All around the North Coast there lie villages
where the fishermen sail out at the dawn
they return the next day in the evening
with some fish to be dried on the lawn.

the fresh fish, the Whiting and Pelting
the Haddock, the Cudding and Ling
how long in my mind do I wonder
what a trip to the North would now bring.

Found this in a book by a man born in Wick and thought I'd share some of his memories of his homeland with you.

[trinkie]

Welcome M'mannie - I liked that.
Do you have any more?
Do you know when it was written?

Send us what you find.

[Murchiemannie]

Thanks Trinkie, The book was published in 1999 and it states the author was born and educated in Wick and later he joined the army. He is now married and stays in West Lothian.

[Murchiemannie]

I wander away to a place in my mind
to a place where the sands are a golden divine
a place in the North where the seas lie to rest
where the sun it bows down, for the sea to caress.

The sand dunes roll in from the quiet ocean's floor
to form there in hills, by Caithness's north door
the beach it runs round for most of the bay
in winter you feel the Pentland's wet spray.

Old towers to it's South,old towers to it's North
old Castles in ruins, a sight that is worth
the history of Caithness, is one to be read
the threat of old Dounreay, is the one that they dread.

That bay they call Sinclair's, looks peaceful and calm
the waves they roll gently, with ease to the sands
this land to the North, it's majestic and grand
the folks of that county, are just like her land.


This is another of his little gems. Hope you enjoy it.