scotland
Learn more about other poetry terms
(Cruth-tire is Scots Gaelic for 'Landscape')
Take it from me, the things you can see
The wonders your eyes will behold
Mother Nature did good in this neighbourhood
It’s a landscape of riches untold
Splish
Water laps over my hiking boots
As I ford my way upstream a
Wild highland river
The wind gusts with an exciting promise
Of grandeur just uphill.
Breath heavy
Heart light
How to heaven cries for you, that these were merit and sound apart, from me in a better form for loser life in shares, to hallow in a war for where was me to knowing who was gone, from these in a human battleing, that there was more to ark in me a
Stop
to Edinburgh castle, I’m in tran-sit.
There’s a grass mar-ket
and a little vegan shop.
All summer I discover and revisit for-mer
favorite cor-ners
of Scotland.
