Here, where the sun shines strong
Into creases on people's faces
And the light is so pure
With it's Arctic traces;
here, where eyes are bright with cold
And with the hope that primes
The gazing to the future
And to better times;
here, where the air swoops clean
And beckons the mind to clear
The rawness that fills ears and mouth
Making sorrow disappear;
Here, where shadows cast long
And the dark shapes' edges mingle
And the lark song swells the sky
Over rocky sands and shingle;
here, where the seas have lain alongside
For a hundred thousand years
The rolling, scrubby grasslands
With their rugged yellow furze;
Here, in the brave summer
Where clouds of goldcrest throng
Here, on the precious leas
Here, where I belong
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