The Waterfall
The waterfall changes daily
During winter storms the water
Cascades down, in a thundering torrent
Leaving a white foam in its basin
When gales are upon us
It fights to be heard
Over the howling Lewis wind.
When the snow and frost
Arrives the waterfall puts on
A beautiful sparkling display
Glistening in the Winter sun.
In Spring the banks come alive
With the colour of fresh grass
And delicate pale yellow primroses.
The roar of rushing water is
Replaced by a gentle trickle,
And the sound of birdsong and
Newborn lambs calling for their mothers.
The waterfall has provided the
Crofters with clear crisp water for generations.
The women would use if for
Washing their sheets which they
Would lay out on the banks to dry.
The children would climb and
Play on the hillside.
It is sad to know that the memories
Of its past will die with those that treasure them.
Now it continues its endless journey
Downwards in a small stream into Loch Sealg
Before disappearing, forgotten, into the Minch.
