The Isle of Arran

Beauty and grandeur set in the silver sea
The Isle of Arran, in the Firth of Clyde
The Brodick Ferry lands us safely on its shores
Opening the gate to this world of charms

From the lofty peak of Goat Fell’s rocky summit
Down steep sided slopes through its many glens
To the shoreline’s sandy beaches and buzzing towns
Or seek spiritual renewal at the Holy Island

The rural paths for walkers and for climbers
Testing terrain for energetic cyclists
Golf courses in excess and every other sport
Accommodated within this isle’s circumference

Brodick Castle showcases the life aristocratic
While seaside pubs and shops cater for us plebs
But none feel excluded in this land of infinite variety
Which for centuries has welcomed all who come

So thanks to the residents of Brodick, Lamlash and Whiting Bay
The ‘northerners’ at Lochranza and their other ferry
And the denizens of Pirnmill, Machrie and Blackwaterfoot
Who face across the Sound of Kilbrannan to distant Kintyre

To all the sights and sounds of this majestic isle
We beckon those who have not yet here ventured
Come and discover all that Arran offers to your soul
And let your heart be captivated in its spell

Ken Fisher