Sally Evans - Ullapool

You know you're in Ullapool
when the little town is a sea town,
lorries roll form the docks,
a gaggle of girls buy ice-cream,
the dogs hang round gossiping
the road goes nowhere
and two old people hold hands.

You know you're in Ullapool
when the little town is a proud town,
the steamer sails for Stornoway,
the shops are stowed with locals
all saying it is 'quiet',
and a wifie on the sea-front
locks herself out of her car.

You know it is Ullapool
when everyone knows the poets,
when Inverness isn't mentioned,
when you can't find a policeman
but you couldn't possibly need one.
it is Ullapool
when you are as glad as this
you have been there today.

Sally Evans

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