Inchigeela Lakes

I know a winding road that leads

By Inchigeela Lakes;

There many an eye on beauty feeds,

Where lapping water breaks.

And from the lake-edge comes a song

Like breath of evening breeze,

That whispers melody among

The leafy elm trees.

Iveleary wrapped in scenery,

In song and story told,

Your mountains rich in greenery

Are lovely to behold.

The upland slopes are all alive

With lambkins at their play;

While in the peaceful valley thrive

Wild flowers in colours gay.

Soft, sun-kissed waves of Loch Allua,

By whose cool banks I lie,

Hold magic charms forever new

Beneath a sapphire sky.

Oh would that I could sketch those vales,

Where lakes in stillness sleep;

Or dwell beside such sunny dales

To watch the violets peep

Their heads to greet the passer-by,

And nod and smile in glee,

Some unseen by the traveller's eye   

That lingers on the Lee.

And then reluctantly I leave

Calm Inchigeela Lakes,

That in my mind's eye I perceive

When memory awakes.