Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received Goes back so many, many years Before my life became turmoiled And before my tears for fears I was a child like many out there Torn, strewn and split of kin Mother and father in differences Confused at seven, wearing their same skin For I was one of the lucky ones To a Highland Estate I would go It's on the west coast of Scotland Where my holidays desired me so Secretly I internally smiled For a whisper of where I was heading To live with a movie star hero No longer my life was in dreading We were picked up by a man so fine His manners were an absolute joy Regimental he was in his approach To me, just a seven year old boy We travelled through the village of Plockton Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore I knew from this very moment Being here ebbed previous family sores On entering his house I was in awe Movie pictures came to my view They were images of James Bond At seven I was totally through A voice called to me Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me Still in circles in walking awe This is what he told thee My name is Patrick Dalzel Job In the Second World War I served But this recognition I bestow Humbles me to it's deserve This honour that's been given Was blessed by a colleague in war What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven Possibly, what we were fighting for We served on the same destroyer Fighting to make the future free His tribute, in his novels I became James Bond, it's incredibly me Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond. This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job