Luss On Loch Lomond

The A82 Weaves its way down The western bank Of Loch Lomond Skirting by the shore A matter of feet no more Glimpses of the glassy blue Loch Permeate the trees Sunlight catching On green leaves Dancing This is no time to be Missing the moment Rushing by as The busy world calls Unnecessarily A stop for a rest Is a must In the luxurious lap of Luss, Argyll and Bute Home of the Clan Colquhoun Take the time To stroll the lanes The model village Built for the workers In the 19th century's Sawmill and cotton mill Peek in the windows Of the bagpipe works The kiltmaker and The general store Folks by the busload Catch the ferry To Rowardennen The West Highland Way Awaiting Ben Lomond visible In the north We sit with a paper bag lunch By the Luss Parish Church Christianity brought here 1500 years ago By Saint Kessog Who was said to make miracles Taking in the view You'll think so too A blessing is bestowed On all weary travelers Take my advice Take the High Road or Take the Low Road But get there Be it soon or In your own good time But don't wait too long The things that distract The things that you think matter Really don't Trust me. ~ Laurence Overmire (Previously published in The Ghost of Rabbie Burns, An American Poet's Journey Through Scotland, Indelible Mark Publishing,2016)