I got stuck on Skye;
There were many
Reasons why.
The ring of mountains
Walled me in,
The blue above
Was closer then,
The blue around
Was too deep,
And the whiskey
Was smooth and cheap.
The chatter of the lads
Was keen;
The beauty of the lass,
Serene.
So, I got stuck on Skye,
Yet escaped
Before I died.
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vivid, dynamic poem! and it combines almost all the main values of a man, up to the Sky! So, I got stuck on Skye, Yet escaped Before I died.