Arran Poems - Poems about Arran

...seagulls surf the wind my escorts home across the waves streamlined gannets sacred isle in view saffron tints ocean flower breeze......Read the rest...

...We fished off the pier in carefree days when girls wore tartan trews. In endless summer sun we’d laze when Tommy Steele was “Singing the Blues”. Now it’s saffron robes and no-take zones, maybe......Read the rest...

...clearing morning mist silhouetted hills in view Arran ferry......Read the rest...

...streamlined gannets Holy Isle in view the long journey ends......Read the rest...

...Ah, words alone could not suffice, could never match the stirrings of the soul, as in some distant conurbation, the sad heart, with sudden strange elation, yearns to be in Arran. For in those na......Read the rest...

...Half sunk in peat and sodden moss, redundant, clutching at the sky. Rough stones nearby tell of a loss long past. We look and can but try to see beyond this relic on the hill and hear the plaint......Read the rest...

...The air was pure and bright. A sea-salt tingle hovered in an easygoing offshore breeze. In mesmerising rhythm, wavelets sloshed and swished along the timeworn jetty wall. The bay was sparkling i......Read the rest...

...feelings are strong feelings are like magnet so sometimes I send my feeling away to life far from the present presence reality I bear I send my feeling far away to a place I need bel......Read the rest...

...Holy Isle, grey-swathed and indistinct, Deep musing on a half-light winter morn, No random moment this, so surely linked To days he'd lived in dreams of Arran. Rhythmic the breaking waves upon th......Read the rest...

...When i close my eyes To follow Scotland's coast I am so undecided To which part i love the most From the Shetland Isles To the Borders so green These vistas of miles Really have to be seen ......Read the rest...

...On this ship I'll cruise the Scottish Isles Coast on coast for many a mile Rocks and sand, castles that are grand Beauty that has been graced by many hands Isle of Iona what a dream Where the ......Read the rest...

...She stands on the shore Dressed in black Her head bowed As the waters ebb back For just offshore She sees the bows of a ship Where many have perished On it's maiden trip Built on the Clyd......Read the rest...