Arran to me is a wonderful place,
with memories more precious than gold.
The fun that we had the games that we played,
the sights a joy to be hold.
There was Julie, Ken, Joannie and I,
but the one that made us all laugh,
was our little friend, Catherine by name,
who we sometimes use to call Spaff?
From Cuddly Duck to Whiting Bay, Whiplash to Glen Rossa.
Sandy Sox or Corrie Way, Brodick to Lockranza.
we’d walk for miles across the Isle,
Cath never would complain.
A little rest a bite to eat and off we’d go again.
We saw pheasant that was pleasant,
there were eagles, hens, and ducks.
There were horses and of course the deer, does and bucks.
There were owls; bats and squirrels,
there were toads and also frogs
And of course there were the midges and some beetles under logs.
A llama we called Turner which must have weighed a ton.
There were seals down by the seashore,
just basking in the sun.
We once met a dormouse, that little chap was tame.
Catherine took one look at him and Henry was his name.
Catherine made a little house with pebbles in the sand.
With dandelions for the garden, we thought it rather grand.
Ken looking all around “Oh dear” we heard him say.
From that day on, the place was known
‘As the Sands of Bare Bum Bay’.
We climbed Goat Fell the best we could,
it was hard but Cath showed us how.
“Come on Uncle Jim” she would shout,
I just seemed to do it somehow.
“We’ll be dead in 3 minutes if the mist comes down”.
“3 minutes the girls replied”.
Ken shook his head, looked around and said
“Better make that 5”
When we finally reached the top,
Catherine was a delighted young girl.
She looked down below, said soft and low
“It’s like being on top of the world.”
We were all so very happy and glad to be alive,
but tomorrow we start our journey,
back to Long Lane Drive.
That was Catherine’s last holiday.
There was to be no more.
Her harvested little organs went to give a
lot of people a much better quality of life.
I will never forget my precious little friend.
I will love her always .
By Jim Connolly