Swimming on the surface of the soft, silky sea; <br />Surfacing upon each wave that breaks free; <br />Running with the floodtide as the moon is full; <br />Brightly it shimmers silver upon our school. <br /> <br />Chorus: <br />Running with white horses, running with the sea; <br />Diving and jumping - my mate swims next to me; <br /> <br />We pass by Portlogan on our way to Clyde; <br />View the rugged coast thru flotsam on the tide; <br />Past the Craig and Arran, to the south of Skye <br />And gaze the Coulan mountains as we swim by. <br /> <br />On-course for the Dornoch Firth come summer’s sun, <br />Our journey round your green land is now begun; <br />Cutting thru satin-blue; diving down and deep; <br />Up we race in Freedom’s smiling pleasure leap. <br /> <br />You can see us from the cliffs, jumping the blue; <br />We’re guests, alive in paradise, just like you. <br />Must you turn our joy into a salt-sea tear? <br />So many dolphins die by man’s hand each year.<br /><br />Patrick Scott Hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-dolphins-passing-portlogan-bay-on-the-rhins-of-galloway-scotland-1991/
