Waves dancing across the horizon

long rollers broken

into splashing arcs of foam

their continuity torn apart by the racing wind

yet they are one.

The endless tides ebb & flow

the waves pattern reflected on the sands

ripples imprinted underfoot

rising in layers in the dunes,

peaty brown then grey, bronze, gold and finest white

all echoed on the hillside round about.

The old etched patterns of the runrigs

wave upon wave down the ages

the wind whips up them into white-topped frenzy

blows the sand in gritty storms against the dunes

changing the pattern from hour to hour

yet down the millennia the pattern remains unchanged

here on Luskentyre


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