I see the other seabirds fly <br />Soft glidin’ thru the air; <br />Motionless in the summer sky <br />An’ long to join them there. <br />I see young gannet’s boldly dive, <br />Like arrows from on high; <br />The cliffs are bustling an’ alive <br />Wi’ the herring gull’s cry. <br /> <br />Chorus: <br />O, the sea it calls me - <br />It’s where I belong: <br />In the wind an’ the waves - <br />You will hear my song. <br /> <br />Gullimuts - like cards a-fallin’ <br />Fast fulmers dodge an’ weave; <br />No-one hears my hopeless callin’ - <br />Black oil gives no reprieve. <br />These heavy wings bring heavy heart <br />And how I long to be <br />Winging across the waves to dart <br />Fish in a blue-green sea. <br /> <br />My coat of death - it sticks to me; <br />Proud feather lay serene; <br />I cannot move; I cannot see: <br />My spirits fade and dream. <br />Yon rock I stood is vacant now; <br />My nest I’ll never reach; <br />My mate and young will not know how <br />I died upon this beach.<br /><br />Patrick Scott Hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gannet-s-last-song-written-after-an-oil-spill-killed-seabirds-in-galloway-corsewall-point-scotland-1991/
