She Waits In Old Portree
I'm waiting for the ferry
For my love, she waits for me
I'm headed for the Isle of Skye
And the town of old Portree.
I'll drive along the winding roads
High above the sea,
For each mile takes me closer
To my love, in old Portree.
There she will be waiting,
She'll be waiting there for me.
The loving arms I long for
Are there in old Portree.
Then when I hold her
When I hold her close to me,
I'll tell her how I love her
When we meet, in old Portree.
Entry for
JUNE 2018 STANDARD,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
9/6/18. Placed 1st.
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