I wrote this little poem in 1996, on a visit to Lochgilphead.

Peace, tranquility,

Robin's sad, sweet autumn song

Quiet loch,calm, loch,

narrow and long

Crows caw, gulls squak

in the early morning light

A new day is breaking, with pink clouds above

We all want a world filled with peace and love

The high hills enfold us,

surrounding us here

And soon the clamour

of Man will appear

Peoplewill arise

and from their beds unfurl

Forgetting to be thankful

For the wondersOf THIS world.