UISGE BEATHA – an ode to the water of life
You are a communion with the very essence of all,
a sacrament, which by peat tinged burn is blessed,
purified in copper bellies, time patient for the fall,
the slow alchemy drip of nature’s magic undressed,
revealed as a child, to be nurtured with awed care,
revered as the water of life, gifted by heather hill
and deep glen, carried far on the cold highland air
imbued with voices of the past that you carry still.
Whether naked in clear glass or cloaked in green,
we revere your aged wisdom, stoically ever there
an old friend who has our triumphs and falls seen,
always ready with warmth and comfort to share.