Original Poems

The Highland Girl

Highlands

She’s traveled almost everywhere
To cities, valleys, islands:
But longs now just to breathe the air
Out in the verdant Highlands

To walk along a keening wall
Among the Summer heather;
To stay until the mordant Fall
Brings cold and windy weather

She hears the pipes of old come through
The ancient voices call her;
The modern mother turns again
Into the ancestral daughter

One thought on “The Highland Girl

  1. This is perfectly crafted and a joy to read, and I love the way it combines description of Nature with a sense of the human presence and history.

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