Long road and passing places
Easy, smiling warmth
in a ferryman’s greeting
camera primed and ready
for lighthouse and Duart Castle
in the Soundwind enough to dispatch
cobwebs quickly back to Oban
and memories of the road to
Fionnphort’s being narrow
and a long onethere’ll be passing places
and acknowledgements –
some smiling, some impatient
and in all intent for pressing on
and knowing one wondrous truththat goads a person on
Yes: at the end of this
long road when one has
lost count of passing places
and greetings lies a visionset in turquoise that points
to the rich fulfilment of
our lives’ diverse seasons –
here’s the Iona that calls
souls homeSRM
wind in my wheels 🌱 
Idyllic! Xx
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Wonderful…I have been to the Isle of Mull several times (but not Iona) and scuba dived around the coast in crystal clear blue (cold) water. The lovely poem made me smile…towing a boat along the narrow roads with traffic coming the other way – cars, tractors, sheep and the occasional “heilan coo”, brought back lovely memories.
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