Luss On Loch Lomond Poem by Laurence Overmire

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)