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As a Reward from SMT

As a Reward from SMT

For achieving Target Set

A Two Day Highland Bus Tour

Was Presented as a Gift

The Day was now upon us

My Bags already packed

Kept thinking of our weekend Break

And what was in the bag?

Closing the shop early today

Our deadline Two o'clock

She walked in with her smiling face

Doc Boots, Beige Slacks... Yellow Scarf

Oriental Women were a different type of Chase

I knew I had to play it down

In order to win the race

Working out my strategy

I endeavoured to create a plan

Hoping for the chance to play

The Bedroom Floral Dance

My Intentions were Strictly Honourable

I just wanted to wake up close

Preliminary booking a double…

With Twin Beds in a room

Not sure of her reaction

We hadn't discussed the Plan

Having played it Safe

I didn't stand a Chance

Bagpipes playing Highland Dance

The night was Brigadoon!

We stepped up on the dance floor

To toast a Highland Cheer!

The Cairn Gorm was the dance

We didn't have a clue

Smiling , Laughing having Fun

The experience so surreal

Arriving at Culloden

I stopped to take the scene

The Open Fields before me

You could almost hear the Screams!

 A Myth 'o' the Ness… the Monster in

The Battlefield Culloden the fallen men

Scenery fine, the Loch so Deep

Mountains, the Heather, and Highland Sheep!

I wasn't disappointed

Not scoring with the Plan

My love, and respect of her wishes

Her Feelings took Command!

The tour was nearly over

Our bus was homeward bound

The feeling of contentment inside

For the love I knew I'd found.

 Poem: written by Andrew.w.j Bell

© 28.09.2002

Mei-ling Lin