A poem by Dr Lokman Khan
In the heart of the Highlands, where dreams take flight,
Lies Ballachullish, a gem bathed in light.
By Tigh A’Phuirt’s shores, where the waters gleam,
I found a haven, like a cherished dream.
Mountains stand tall, their peaks kissed by the sun,
Guardians of a beauty that’s second to none.
Purple heather sways in the gentle breeze,
Whispering secrets through the ancient trees.
A sailboat glides on the lake’s serene face,
Tracing paths of peace in this tranquil place.
Reflections dance on the water’s soft hue,
Mirroring skies of the deepest blue.
Though miles may part us, my heart stays near,
To the calm of the lake, so pure and clear.
In every ripple, in every sigh,
Ballachullish calls, and I reply.
For in this landscape, wild and free,
I left a piece of my soul by the sea.
And though I wander, my heart remains,
By Tigh A’Phuirt’s shores, in the Highlands’ embrace.
16 October 2024
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