Saturday, November 19, 2016

THE ROAD TO THE ISLES
Kenneth Macleod (dates not known)

A far croonin' is pullin' me away
As take I wi' my cromach to the road.
The far Cuillins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.

Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart the braggart's in my step,
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.

It's by Shiel water the track is to the west
By Ailort and by Morar to the sea,
The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck
And bracken for a wink on Mother´s knee.

The blue islands are pullin' me away
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame,
The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lews
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.
Oh the far Cuillins are puttin' love on me
As step I wi' my cromach to the Isles.

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POETRY PATHWAYS

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