In tiny Hynish’s western shore
Where gentle waves now kiss the sand
The resting seas recall the names
Of they who built the Skerryvore
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Forgotten in the passing nights
Unknown to most, of even few
Who chance on Hebridean soil
And stumble on the wreck of lights
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For ears a story here in stone
Which value engineers of night
Of iron and glass and fearsome seas
That rivals any ancient tome
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Not shifting sands or limestone frieze
No Pharaoh wise, nor Mayan king
Have ever dared to light the night
With giant tower upon the seas
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In deep of howling winter’s night
I’ll sit upon my writer’s keys
And ‘Stevenson’ will be the word
The image: glass infused with light
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So come from history, taking bow
From we who sail on greatness past
We bow to you, who built our age
Forgotten on the quiet sands of now
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©Stephen Tanham
Underlying outline from the Hynish museum of the Skerryvore Lighthouse.
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