Iona
With your waters so blue,
And your sands a crisp white,
I had never expected,
Quite a delight,
I had come from the mainland,
To this distant isle,
A Hebridean beauty,
A trip so worthwhile,
St Columba had come,
And here he would stay,
He made it the isle,
For the Christians to pray,
The Abbey was built,
And our Kings buried here,
A place full of worship,
From far and from near,
And right to this day,
Christians cross to this isle,
St Columbas 'Iona',
A place we can smile.
Copyright © Kenneth Shaw | Year Posted 2006
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