She Waits In Old Portree

I'm waiting for the ferry For my love, she waits for me I'm headed for the Isle of Skye And the town of old Portree. I'll drive along the winding roads High above the sea, For each mile takes me closer To my love, in old Portree. There she will be waiting, She'll be waiting there for me. The loving arms I long for Are there in old Portree. Then when I hold her When I hold her close to me, I'll tell her how I love her When we meet, in old Portree. Entry for JUNE 2018 STANDARD,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME, UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand 9/6/18. Placed 1st.