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
That was really pretty to read… Thank you.
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