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Clouds cut the hill to half As wind blows warm from west, And water surface, mottled silver, Becomes the helmsmans test. Familiar landmarks come into view, Gleam bright in dazzling sun, Until grey rain blots all from sight And blue sky is on the run. waters top, now crinkled black, Forbodes the inky deep, And white tops whipped to stinging spray Are loosed from wavelets steep. Cruiser knives her course along, Smoothing choppy way, As passengers, wrapped up tight, Spy a golden ray. This shining sword from heaven, Excalibur now unsheathed, Heeds not the overcast conditions As zero cumulus is cleaved. And, once blinded, part time mariners Who came from distant plain Stare, wide eyed in wonderment. At point of high mountain. LOMOND DUCHESS |