My Favourite Place In Scotland - Euan Mcilwraith

Along the wall there tied a fleet,

Now gone on rolling foam.

The boats too big to pass the gap

That once they knew as home.

The harbour wall in screaming seas,

Where daughter, son and wife.

Have watched and hoped and preyed to god,

To save a precious life.

The harbour wall where some emerged,

From tempest , finally free.

But some they failed ,

Ner to return.

Their lives claimed by the sea.

I've cried with joy on stormy nights,

when darkness cloaks the land.

When through the gloom the harbour light

Holds out a welcome hand.

And past the wall the storm dissolves,

The wind it gives up hope.

And spirits rise and tension falls,

As hands reach for the rope.

Past the wall, I've sailed alone,

Eyes red and full of tears.

And called the sea, the spray, the gale,

To chase away my fears.

Past harbour walls on sunny days,

A calm and glassy bay.

When dolphins emerge from the deep,

And round the bow they play.

The calves they ride the breaking wave,

The adults charge the yacht.

With staring eye and knowing smile,

A high that can't be bought.

I've shared the wall with family, friends.

And demons from the past.

A rock , a pal in time of need.

A friend unto the last.

The harbour wall it's seen it all,

from scared and worried face.

To smiles and grins and sun and storm.

The wall my favourite place.