Stormyhill Road Poem by Vernon Ballisat

Stormyhill Road

He'd taken to walking the stormyhill road:
Heavy of feet to lighten the load,
Treading the wild moor in the wind and the rain.
Using bracken and heather to cut away the chain.

His love had departed from the northern shore
To seek her fortune and beg no more.
Looking back she saw him wave
As the boat steamed to its watery grave.

Visions of eagles and shimmering lochs,
Lichen coating on ancient rocks:
On stormyhill road the wind would murmur,
'Join me here, join me here! '
But Stormyhill road led to nowhere
Except the falling of her hair.


Vernon Ballisat