One of the beautiful places on this earth is the Isle of Arran in the Firth of Clyde, Scotland. Go there if you can. You’ll never forget the aura of peace when you step off the steamer and onto Brodick pier.
Here’s a poem for the place my roots cling to.
Tendrils of mist unfurl
Rocky crags take solid shape
Waves pound the shore
Seabirds spring into infinity
Soar high on sea breeze eddies
Flotsam of the hurricane
Mixed on a celestial palette, and
Splashed with abandon on the canvas.
© Mac Logan
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