On The Way Home. Poem by Michael Cochrane

On The Way Home.

As I row my boat on the loch, I think of my love who waits for me. My heart is hers for evermore, as the snow falls and the winds blow, her eyes are green as the hills, I sing my song of love as I go ashore as the sunlight fades.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2025

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