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Feb 2013
Takes ages to get there,
Hours in the car
You wonder what all the fuss is
Going so far.
 
But
​just look at the sea
​and then across the sea
to an almost ring of mountains
you will one day be able to name,
one by one,
​they’ll trip off your tongue
​as they do off your mother's
​who’s been coming here
​since I don’t when,
 
and that’s
​maybe why
​it feels so good,
​it's in your blood,
 
the air so clean and fresh,
the sea so cold but clear,
ok, there are midges,
and it might rain a lot,
and you definitely won’t see any otters . . .
 
But this can be a place of miracles!
 
If the wind is right – no midges.
If you sit still long enough – an otter appears.
If you’re really lucky – it won’t rain (too much).
 
I know. I’ve been there too,
And lost my heart to it all.
Just like you.
Mellon Udrigle is in the North West Highlands of Scotland. This is a poem from my collection Twelve - twelve birthday poems for a twelve year old.
Nigel Morgan
Written by
Nigel Morgan  Wakefield, UK
(Wakefield, UK)   
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