The Isle of Lewis

I saw a vision in the night
Of where the stars are truest:
And woke amidst the Standing Stones
Out on the Isle of Lewis

My ancestors of yore, they dwelt
Here, in this very place:
And left us with the Callanish
And little other trace

In dreams I hear the harp of old
And walk here on this ground
The Isle of Lewis, bleak and cold
While glorious stars surround

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

2 thoughts on “The Isle of Lewis”

  1. Great read and what a wonderful, majestic capture of the standing stones❣️
    We had great, dramatic weather when we visited this outstanding heritage place earlier this month. 👍🏻
    Wishing you a lovely weekend. 🌹
    Best regards,
    Dina

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