Ode to Achmelvich Bay

In the Southern-land,
But right to the north,
On the coast of Scotland,
There is a peaceful spot.
A land that I dream of,
North-west of inverness,
Standing on the shores,
Taking in a deep breath.
In the Southerland,
But right to the north,
On the cost of Scotland,
There my heart is home.
With sand like the Med,
And water blue as the Caribbean,
The place is very real,
I’ve been there and seen it.
The people are welcoming,
And there is wildlife abound,
From moors to heathland,
Grass to sand to sea.

©The Pesky Poet

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