Poetry

We live on our
blissful island
Sing together, a song
to the sea.
From generation to generation
The chorus rises, proud and
free

Some gone, But some have
come
Enough have stayed to
keep our Isle
In names that sing the same old song,
Our faces greet with
a warming smile.

Our island famed for
beauty
Nestling near the rocky shore,
fiery
dreams and far desires
Calls for praises,
evermore.

It is our sacred
island
Heathered meadows, shady bogs,
scenery is that from a dream
Mornings shaded with
misty fogs,

We live in a beautiful
world
Mother nature gives
rebirth,
Fair maiden, Isle
of Skye
She's the beauty of
mother earth