Still in Rothesay on the Isle of Bute this week and I’ve coincidently just come across a poem by my friend Paul Colvin called The River, written about the River Clyde, the very body of water I am currently looking out across.
You surge along with such a force,
You burst your bonnie banks
Then tranquil as a summer breeze
You bless our hearts with thanks,
You have no destination
Your journey has no end
You’re always moving, never stop,
Not even for a friend.
Twisting, turning, rolling on,
Your strength it knows no bounds
Yet in graceful, melancholic mood
Your beauty still astounds.
You bask then tail off in the night
Like a silken silver band,
A ribbon wafting easily
Lighting up our midnight land
But you rise in all your glory
In the early morning mist
When your castles stand, salute you
And your trees bow for a kiss.
You’re no more than a stream in parts
But others, deep and wide
You’re the lifeblood of our city
You are my River Clyde.
Written by Paul Colvin