Eala Bhan
Gliding with serene grace
Making stately progress
Across the mirrored water
A cotton cloud brought to earth
And set upon this lake
For my singular delight
An elegant improbable dream
Drifting into sight
Pushing gentle ripples
Before a prow of feathered white
Elegant sails arched above
Trailing a gaggle of cygnets
In loud disorderly procession
Then around the headland spit
And lost to sight
Dedicated to ALG
