The Isle of Gigha
Where sky and sea and Paps they greet
With turquoise blue and emerald feet
Bright birdsong-breeze forbids all woes
Waves play betwixt her sandy coves
Gods Island named and aptly so
When Norseman anchored long ago
Their tales still echo marked in stone
Amongst the farmland cairns outgrown
An island story so unique
A phoenix rising from the bleak
Community united strong
Triumphantly we heed their song
A place whence been will call you home
To soon return... your soul is sworn
For once you’ve seen you’ll ne’er forget
Lost in her wiles... your dreams will set
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
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