POEM TITLE Ode To Thee
POEM
Mythic Goddess of these lowlands
Rising up in deepest night
Til Break of dawn proclaims itself
A Firth of Forth Decree
From ancient beds of oyster
Once fertile but long hence gone
A somber wisdom arises from the
Bogle of Blackness on Sea
Tides Aweigh to our wee village
Carry philosophic age-auld lessons
Her prizes sage an’ keenly wise
An’ of no one man’s claim
Protect us wi’ these her blessings
Below these dusky Scottish skies
From the Lighthouse atop Bass Rock
To the Grey of the forted Castle
Sailing fjord to firth and centuries on
The lobstermen hath seen
Their bounty rise an’ steeply fall
Beholden to this braid estuary
Stirring tidal churn of deep ebon
To these shores, a welcome place
Shines in the dark from another age
On fog-shroud’d Blackness Bay
Rare summery nights wi’ blanketing stars
that glisten upon the waves
Stormy wakes beckon ye home
Her foreshores of salty white gold
The warmth an’ eternal timelessness
Of yer old stone an’ storied inn
Enduring as any of a special childhood friend
From first Gud Mornin’ til bell doth ring
We raise our pints to thee
Our Lobster Pot, our home from home
A pearl, auld Blackness on Sea