L Lomond


Rody's Angels    (1995)


The bus speeds on between the trees

and flickers like a candle.

Dusk is changing Lomondside

to silver and black.

Sheila shakes the Vale of Leven

once more from her memory

and thinks about the lights of Achnatra.



They wing their way

with words and laughter

Rody's angels,

with spirits bright

Their mother's daughters,

in love and caring,

a torch is shining through the night....



Hazel senses more than home

each bitter sweet reunion

almost hears her voice

among the flowers

Rody takes his careful steps

among the shoots of springtime

sure he hears her laughter

through the showers.


They wing their way.....