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.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
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.
