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Visit Scotland
It is a huge expanse of blue sky
White cotton wool puffs, wispy
Slow dancing through this vista
Crisp winter air cracks audibly
A buzzard, majestic, soars high
The golden eagle with eagle eyes
Prays for prey, a hairy comestible
Hares comb the area for vegetation
Rabbits nervously copulate ever alert
For any large low flying shadow
The wise old tawny owl is not sure
His perching place sitting on the fence
The royal wild stag is going to a party
Roe deer row across the black Loch
Highly motivated, salmon leap up
The falls and quickly fall back down
The black loch, dark and mysterious
Seems to call out my name in a whisper
Despite it being calm like an ice rink
An old Scots fisherman catches a Skate
Snow like powdered sugar decorates
Jagged, ragged mountain peaks, peek
Mountains like mountainous cup cakes
A pine forest surrounds its base camp
Rainbow heather colours roll like carpets
Towards me but I am safe, protected by
Nests of thistles and yellow gorse bushes
A dry stane dyke offers more protection
Hairy Highland cattle slowly meander
It seems the weight of their ample coat
Restricts their mobility or sudden movement
In the wind I can hear the pipes and drums
The rumble of the battle charge rather loud
Clash of broad swords and broader shields
A stirring cry of Freedom rises up from the bracken
And in an instant; all is still, all is silent
It is the ghosts of warrior’s long time dead
And the heartbeat of current warriors, stolen
This is God's country, it has to be
Such eminent beauty, breath-taking
Immeasurable and surely without equal
The already beautiful made more beautiful
It’s a place where you strut like a peacock
Proudly filling your lungs with Scots air
Nature in all its splendour, I am in awe
It’s simply beautiful, it just is what it is
But then who wants to fuckin see it
How many photographs do you fuckin need?
And here I am sitting here like a fuckin twat
Fuckin writing about it!
White cotton wool puffs, wispy
Slow dancing through this vista
Crisp winter air cracks audibly
A buzzard, majestic, soars high
The golden eagle with eagle eyes
Prays for prey, a hairy comestible
Hares comb the area for vegetation
Rabbits nervously copulate ever alert
For any large low flying shadow
The wise old tawny owl is not sure
His perching place sitting on the fence
The royal wild stag is going to a party
Roe deer row across the black Loch
Highly motivated, salmon leap up
The falls and quickly fall back down
The black loch, dark and mysterious
Seems to call out my name in a whisper
Despite it being calm like an ice rink
An old Scots fisherman catches a Skate
Snow like powdered sugar decorates
Jagged, ragged mountain peaks, peek
Mountains like mountainous cup cakes
A pine forest surrounds its base camp
Rainbow heather colours roll like carpets
Towards me but I am safe, protected by
Nests of thistles and yellow gorse bushes
A dry stane dyke offers more protection
Hairy Highland cattle slowly meander
It seems the weight of their ample coat
Restricts their mobility or sudden movement
In the wind I can hear the pipes and drums
The rumble of the battle charge rather loud
Clash of broad swords and broader shields
A stirring cry of Freedom rises up from the bracken
And in an instant; all is still, all is silent
It is the ghosts of warrior’s long time dead
And the heartbeat of current warriors, stolen
This is God's country, it has to be
Such eminent beauty, breath-taking
Immeasurable and surely without equal
The already beautiful made more beautiful
It’s a place where you strut like a peacock
Proudly filling your lungs with Scots air
Nature in all its splendour, I am in awe
It’s simply beautiful, it just is what it is
But then who wants to fuckin see it
How many photographs do you fuckin need?
And here I am sitting here like a fuckin twat
Fuckin writing about it!
Published 20th Nov 2019
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20th Nov 2019 9:09pm
Wait...wheres this again?
I think I've seen it on a postcard somewhere :)
Swirling Write Good Sir, I love the twists.
Somehow we miss the Beauty that is right outside our doors, so easy to run off somewhere else and forgetting what we have.
Lots of Beauty to be found there, the ode to it-Wonderful!!!
I think I've seen it on a postcard somewhere :)
Swirling Write Good Sir, I love the twists.
Somehow we miss the Beauty that is right outside our doors, so easy to run off somewhere else and forgetting what we have.
Lots of Beauty to be found there, the ode to it-Wonderful!!!
29th Nov 2019 7:38pm
Its a shot of Ben Nevis - Scotlands highest mountain
it was a part tribute and part (Final stanza) lament for the failing Scottish tourist industry.
thank you for your positive comments :-)))))))
it was a part tribute and part (Final stanza) lament for the failing Scottish tourist industry.
thank you for your positive comments :-)))))))
20th Nov 2019 9:45pm
lol I love the way you closed the write, but the way you describe it is really quite lovely.
29th Nov 2019 9:05pm
I don't really do descriptive poems very often, I find them quite difficult,...
thank you, my friend, for your positivity
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thank you, my friend, for your positivity
:-)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
21st Nov 2019 5:30am
Dear D,
Having been lucky enough to have visited Scotland on several occasions I have to agree “This is God's country, it has to be
Such eminent beauty, breath-taking ” you have a gorgeous country to be proud of. I enjoyed each visit and always miss it until I get back there. Lovely write! H🌷
Having been lucky enough to have visited Scotland on several occasions I have to agree “This is God's country, it has to be
Such eminent beauty, breath-taking ” you have a gorgeous country to be proud of. I enjoyed each visit and always miss it until I get back there. Lovely write! H🌷
29th Nov 2019 9:09pm
thank you, my friend - I do love my country very much, especially the highlands and islands. I live on a particularly beautiful island (Isle Of Bute)
David, mo chara chotha'imid.....such a lovely tribute ....written straight from the heart of a proud Scotsman... with deep appreciation for/and love of such an incredibly beautiful country! with your creatively vivid descriptions, your readers are placed within the splendor that is Scotland! I can actually "feel" the many sides to her ---From the calm pastoral setting, with those cows meandering about...to the majesty of her birds of prey...to the rugged highlands and Winter's harsh presence.....and especially to the wild, almost untamed aspect when you describe wind carrying ancient, ancestral voices! and....O how these lines resonated soooo deeply for me: ..."It is the ghosts of warriors long time dead~~~and the heartbeat of current warriors, stolen...." soooo breath-catching....soooo poignant....sooo hauntingly sad....your words bring me soul-shivers!!!!
Humongous Irish HUUUUUGGGSSS to You!
Humongous Irish HUUUUUGGGSSS to You!
29th Nov 2019 9:11pm
It's so great to see you here I have so missed your input. You are the Goddess of Positivity, you always have the ability to make me smile and raise my spirits
I am indebted to you always :-)))))))))))))
thank you for just being you :-)))))))))))))))))
#warmscottishbearhugs
I am indebted to you always :-)))))))))))))
thank you for just being you :-)))))))))))))))))
#warmscottishbearhugs
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29th Nov 2019 9:13pm
thank you so much a poem like this for me is quite rare.
I am so glad you liked it :-)))))))))))))))))
I am so glad you liked it :-)))))))))))))))))
