A Leven Loch Dream
I sense a calling to the Highlands
The beckoning of a glen
A need to walk in heather
Once trod by fearless men
I dream of distant mountains
Where the golden eagle flies
In this dream I seek tranquility
And no other compromise
Until I sit beside a peaty stream
Hear the bracken sing its tune
To a wind that drifts the Northern cloud
And hides the Scottish moon
At Leven Loch I’ll bide awhile
Let the misty morn turn blue
Then awake this yearning Highland dream
And my calling will be true.
March 18th, 2010 at 7:45 pm
Gordon,
This could only be written by someone who ‘feels’ the spirit of the hills and glens of the Highlands. You capture the essence of it here in this poem….
Congratulations on the new website! I love it.. and it is so nicely laid out too. I will be back often to see what else you have to say.
Linda.
December 26th, 2010 at 2:42 pm
lovely poem