Fife Jewels ©

Each coastal village has a verse
In the song that is Fife
The river opens into estuary
And is gone
white houses crow step gables
with pan tiles sing East Neuk

Each church spire different
Each harbour mouth familiar
To the sea goer
A geography of its own
Lights and bells warn of hazard
at eventide.
Stars and compass guiding
Home
The proximity of houses
To shore shows faith in
The sea wall
Homes high on cliffs
entice with the promise
Of daily sunrise and sunset glory
Open water reflecting sky
Doubling the pleasure
Fringed with golden sand
Fife sits proud as a kingdom
Brave and bonny in the North Sea