About the Poem
Loch Voil is a remote loch in the highlands of Scotland - a place of incredible beauty, which my wife and I visit whenever we have a walking holiday in the highlands. We were there on a lovely day last October; my wife painted a water- colour of the scene whilst I brewed the tea, took photographs - and thought about poems. When we tried to walk along the lochside, we found that this lovely place was littered with broken beer- bottles - the aftermath of many drinking- parties. The first reaction was anger, then a sadness for the perpetrators and the complete absence of a sense of beauty in their lives. This poem was the result.
|by Geoff Sanderson|
|The peace of that October day
Stays in the mind long after.
The clear image in the lake
Takes its likeness from the hills.
Soft light shimmers in that calm,
Balm for the weary soul.
Shattered glass, shards on the beach
Each reflecting the sun's spark,
Bottles hurled at the rocks
Shocks the mind.
What heedless youth
Uncouth product of the city,
Who should invoke my anger
Only incites my pity.
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the age level and style of this poem was very sophisicated! i loved it! Well done!
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