Western Waters
WESTERN WATERS
The sea is felt, not merely seen, In folds of blue and bottle green: It’s threads are tangled, cold and deep -
it sings the kind of songs that keep.
So let it storm, and let it moan, This rugged coast I’ve always known;
It’s sorrow soft, it’s beauty wide - The Western sea,
my blood my tide.
Eileen Wilson, Highlands
image size: 65 × 43 cm
framed size: 80 × 58 cm
WESTERN WATERS
The sea is felt, not merely seen, In folds of blue and bottle green: It’s threads are tangled, cold and deep -
it sings the kind of songs that keep.
So let it storm, and let it moan, This rugged coast I’ve always known;
It’s sorrow soft, it’s beauty wide - The Western sea,
my blood my tide.
Eileen Wilson, Highlands
image size: 65 × 43 cm
framed size: 80 × 58 cm
WESTERN WATERS
The sea is felt, not merely seen, In folds of blue and bottle green: It’s threads are tangled, cold and deep -
it sings the kind of songs that keep.
So let it storm, and let it moan, This rugged coast I’ve always known;
It’s sorrow soft, it’s beauty wide - The Western sea,
my blood my tide.
Eileen Wilson, Highlands
image size: 65 × 43 cm
framed size: 80 × 58 cm
