CROSSAPOL

To me
the sand
beneath my feet is
a golden meadow
of soft, sun warmed silk.

The sea
in my view
is an aqua blanket
with myriad white tassel
brushing against the shore.

The sun
as I see it
is a huge amber crystal
sending its riches
down to earth.

The birds
in my eye are
bright coloured flowers
flying in their field of freedom.

Ruth Armstrong, Edinburgh.
Written on Coll in 1993, then aged 13.