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.

The Isle of Arran

Arran Morning

Tendrils of mist unfurl
diffuse light
dissipate

Rocky crags take solid shape
Stark
Desolate

Waves pound the shore
Strong
Rhythmical

Seabirds spring into infinity
Light
Delicate
Soar high on sea breeze eddies
Flotsam of the hurricane

Basic hues…
Mixed on a celestial palette, and
Splashed with abandon on the canvas.

© Mac Logan

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