Isle Of Skye Poem by Robert Sheridan

Mesolithic hunter-gatherers
Occupants rock-sheltered
Famine & clearances the latter
Depleted populace no census
Settlements now fossilized treasures;
Sheltered coves, rows of pink
Craggy ranged mountains
Green fertile hills of Sleat
Nature trails – ash, birch & hazel
Carpets of fern, fresh-watered streams;
Whitewashed cottages beneath Skye Bridge
Unspoiled coastline – scenic boat trip
Views of the lochs situated on a shoreline’s edge
White foaming waves breaking over rocks
Feast of images – memorable experience;
All roads lead to roam
Weather sunshine or fowl whether
A distinct, individual atmosphere
Ancient land, resonating heritage
Last Mallaig of your journey, a golden glimmer.

'2007'