Sgiogarstaigh

In the land of Lewis, oh so grand, Lies a village, Skigersta, so unplanned. To the south east of Ness it does reside, A place where joy and beauty collide. Skigersta, the easternmost in the land, A settlement with a charm so grand. With a quay built in nineteen-o-one, Where boats and dreams can freely run. A shingle beach, oh so serene, Where seagulls dance and waves careen. Lachamore, by the shore it lies, A place where nature's beauty never dies. To the south, the moor begins to unfold, A peat track where stories are told. Cuisiadar, with sheilings on the moor, A place where legends forever endure. Follow the moor, as far as you can, And you'll reach New Tolsta, oh what a plan! Skigersta, a village with tales to tell, A place where imaginations can dwell. Random page: LY 451395