Autumn On Oban Bay
As tin can fishing boats
Rise and fall
They dance and bob
To the moons ebb and flow
The silver tipped water
It glitters bright black
Like a blanket of cold
Protecting the dark
As the Lorn loom, relentless
Crawls ever on
Like a carpet of grey
On a ocean of stone.
Auld Neptune
He admires the Isles
A view, truly inspired
Off the coast of Argyll
And as the long summer ends
you can taste the fall beckon
And on your face you can feel
The winter lift darking
And the lap of the wash
On your soul
Is a reminder of people
And places of old
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.