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Loch Lomond. Summer 1982


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An evening drive ,the decision was clear

Our minds at one in harmonious song,

our favourite spot we should steer

Shona and I, our love so strong.

Taking the Stag was an obvious choice,

the roof was down, the mood was right,

the excitement was evident in her voice,

the engines' burble such sheer delight.

Sallochy Bay was our destination

at Loch lomond it better be said,

Nature excelled in this creation,

a pleasant place to clear your head.

Tiny waves lapped the beach,

the breeze was warm, the company right,

the stars were twinkling with stories to teach

the moon was casting it's mellow blue light.

Across the loch, reflecting their glow

the lights of Luss randomly flickering

some of them white, some of them yellow

Beacons of life always alluring.

The trees behind us add to the sensation

their leaves gently shimmering

it's their way of communication

with us, themselves, everything.

They kept us company in a mystical way

as if they'd invited us to that special beach

and share wih them that magical bay

a magic for many beyond their reach.

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An evening drive ,the decision was clear

Our minds at one in harmonious song,

our favourite spot we should steer

Shona and I, our love so strong.

Taking the Stag was an obvious choice,

the roof was down, the mood was right,

the excitement was evident in her voice,

the engines' burble such sheer delight.

Sallochy Bay was our destination

at Loch lomond it better be said,

Nature excelled in this creation,

a pleasant place to clear your head.

Tiny waves lapped the beach,

the breeze was warm, the company right,

the stars were twinkling with stories to teach

the moon was casting it's mellow blue light.

Across the loch, reflecting their glow

the lights of Luss randomly flickering

some of them white, some of them yellow

Beacons of life always alluring.

The trees behind us add to the sensation

their leaves gently shimmering

it's their way of communication

with us, themselves, everything.

They kept us company in a mystical way

as if they'd invited us to that special beach

and share wih them that magical bay

a magic for many beyond their reach.

An inspirational place, EoP. :)

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An outstanding car, triumph stag, soft top.

Thanks Sam. It was great, a manual overdrive example in rare factory black with red interior and concourse condition. I sold it to towards a deposit on my first house. More sadly, Shona and I split up a year later which was my fault, because I was too stubborn for her strong will. We were just too well matched and neither would give in so something had to give! Normally I jot humourous poems, just fancied something different.

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Thanks Sam. It was great, a manual overdrive example in rare factory black with red interior and concourse condition. I sold it to towards a deposit on my first house. More sadly, Shona and I split up a year later which was my fault, because I was too stubborn for her strong will. We were just too well matched and neither would give in so something had to give! Normally I jot humourous poems, just fancied something different.

Good memories, anyway, EoP. I'm sure Shona was impressed by the Stag. Samsc certainly is. :lol:

Men and their cars. :)

We'll look forward to a humourous ditty.

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