Loch Earn
Seen from St Fillans
This frosty chilly morn
Takes me back beyond fifty years
When all the world was young
Four men in a limousine
Passed through Crieff’s small town
And I stood on the pavement
Looking down
The Beatles bound for Dundee east
Crept slowly through the town
A bottleneck of traffic
Briefly slowed them down
And looking down I saw a face
Familiar to me then
Ringo and George the ones I saw
Well now would you ken!
I a fledgling novice
Sent out on a hike
In boots that didn’t fit me
An omen of my life
And four young scousers
In their prime
Making youngsters scream
I saw them then
St Fillans men
In truth it was no dream
Brian Fahy
17 December 2022
Erris Poetry 