Eileen A Cheo (Isle Of Mist) Poem by Mary Mc Creath

You cross a bridge to get to Skye
a grander sight you'll never see
a happy trip that takes you to
the bonniest place you'll ever be

Portree is where you're headed now
to find a place to stay
you can go sailing all day long,
within its sheltering bay

Go for a drive and you will see
fair hills and dale and then
the mountains rise in splendour
in this fair Scottish glen

Along the way you'll meet some friends
the very humble cow
She finds it hard to see you
with long hair on her brow.

A final scene to greet you as you
drive back home that day
Is sheep on rolling hills
and sunset on the bay.