Cromarty's Gaelic Chapel

Built for the influx of workers,
Heeding the hammersmith call,
The hard grind of the Industrial Revolution.

Beneath this roof the Highlanders sang
To the giving out of the line
That would make them fishers of men.

Roofless and ruined now, sunk in its ways,
The boarded-up steeple looms on the skyline,
Guarded round by gravestones in twilight.