The Scottish Coastal Rowing Association

In Praise of Esther

 

Born of  this parish.
Today we baptise you.
We shall place you gently
In the cool font of our bay.

Bourne on the neap of a day dream tide,
You are a mythical vessel, sent so
We may reclaim the old skills of
Our lost waters; and our pride.

Ancestors distant, approach our shore
Whisper, wise secrets once more.
For what is forgotten is not yet lost,
Sing through the bones of our oars.

Gentle Esther, cradle us safely,
Yet make us bold.
Snip, cut and comb through pliant waves
like shining tresses still.

Part deftly seas of gold!

 

 

MarySpence