Snaps for mjc
Posted: Saturday, 05 May 2007 |
Here are a couple of snaps of Habost Cemetery - which don't really do it justice. You need to feel the air, see the panoramic views and sense the peace.
There's a song about another Lewis Cemetery that would work just as well if the word Habost replaced the word Aignish. It's sung to a hauntingly beautiful tune:
When day and night are over,
And the world is done with me,
Oh carry me West and lay me
In Aignish by the Sea.
And never heed me lying
Among the ancient dead,
Beside the white sea breakers
And sand-drift overhead.
The grey gulls wheeling ever,
And the wide arch of sky,
On Aignish on the Machair,
And quiet there to lie.
There's a song about another Lewis Cemetery that would work just as well if the word Habost replaced the word Aignish. It's sung to a hauntingly beautiful tune:
When day and night are over,
And the world is done with me,
Oh carry me West and lay me
In Aignish by the Sea.
And never heed me lying
Among the ancient dead,
Beside the white sea breakers
And sand-drift overhead.
The grey gulls wheeling ever,
And the wide arch of sky,
On Aignish on the Machair,
And quiet there to lie.
Comments
Thanks for the song - my Granny and Grandpa are buried at Aignish, I will pass it on to my mother, Im sure she will appreciate it
Donna from England
Thank you VERY much for sharing, both pictures and poem, Annie B.
mjc from NM,USA
wonderful poem and beautiful photos,thanks
carol from feeling gutted
i've just realised this is the first time i've read a blog by annie b being serious!!
carol from feeling gutted over french election results
Graveyards thereaboots and hereaboots were built by the sea to give the departing soul it's best chance of reaching wherever you may believe it goes.
Flying Cat from The Sunroom of Eternity
O Carol, I am but a fool...
Annie B from the usual
annie b:-there's always someone there to remind you(instead of me!!)
carol from sunny france
Good choice of song titles - then again you could hardly suggest 'I will survive' could you?
calumanabel from Concrete and Clay plc
Concrete and clay; ah! Happy memories learning to glide at Sealand. Doped fabric, skylarks, crushed grass, silent flight: very joy to be alive.
Hyper-Borean from Unit 6
or me it still is a joy to be alive,even though i have grumpy moments
carol from beneath her feet begin to crumble,but love etc
What's "doped fabric" H-B? Chrissie Mary thinks you must mean hemp.
Annie B from the usual
Isn't that what budgies eat? In order to get high.....
Flying Cat from without wings
Doped fabric used to be what aeroplanes were covered with. Indeed some still are. The fabric was usually linen and the dope was a paint made from very volatile stuff like amyl acetate and the kinds of things now often sniffed from paper bags so the dope analogies are apt. For some reason doped fabric is very attractive to cattle, the old aviators had to protect their planes from marauding cows if they ever landed in fields. Incidentally the very joy bit still kicks in when I get into small planes, old trains or sailing boats.. Pop question anyone?
Hyper-Borean from The hangar
Thanks H-B. What an educative reply! (A combination of linen, dope and amyl acetate could be just the fabric that Kate Moss might use in her next clothing range. I'll refrain from any further comment about attracting old avaiators and marauding cows, but seemingly there was havoc on Oxford Street in London when her first fashion collection went on sale.)
Annie B from the usual
Rather than the nom de plume Annie Beag (which is gammatically incorrect as the feminine in Gaelic carries aspiration) surely courtesy demands that the author's name be given to the poem of Aignish; ie., the name of the late Agnes Mure MacKenzie, the partially-sighted, almost stone deaf writer who spent most of her life as an exile from her island home in London?
norman macleod from London
Niseach meanderings. (Niseachs come from Ness - the villages in NW Lewis from South Dell to the Butt.)
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