Ben Ledi

Background: One day Margaret and I had spent a day up Ben Ledi before we were married, and coming near evening we came back down to catch the train for Glasgow. On the train I fell to thinking about Ben Ledi and the evening.

Ben Ledi

Up from the glens came the dying day’s darkness
Hunting the last tired rays to the West
Over each Ben had crept the whisper of sadness
Softly caressing each slumbering crest

Snug in the bracken the sheep are a-sleeping
Lulled in their numbers and night’s soothing fall
Soft was the sigh of the breeze in its weeping
And far, far away, came a lone lover’s call

John Mallaghan