Land Of My Birth, When you think of Scotland

I wrote this in answer to When you think of Scotland and decided to post it here also


Land of my birth
Mist shrouded Highlands
And Pines looking down
On deep green Glens
Jagged coasts and
Rugged Isles
The taste of salt
Upon the wind
The cry of eagles
And the rushing sound
Of clear cold burns
Tumbling o'er the rocks
Cascading down to the
Deep dark Lochs
The skirl of Pipes
And the lilting brogue
Of the Scottish Folk.

Aaah!!! Can't describe it any better than this my dear friend!!!

Anyone that's been to Scotland knows how it is and what it does to one's soul!!!

I know for it has left its mark on mine and I'm sure yours as well

LOA

LOA;

It is at least half my soul.


Camac

Heartbeat



Deep in the heart of the mountain tall
Heard as the forest trees will fall
throughout this land of hill and glen
beats the heart of freedom again.
Hear it echo in the straths
within the capercaillies call
see it in the salmons leap
the heartbeat within us all.
Shaking the stillness of waters deep
waking them from slumber and sleep
crying out in birthing pain
a roar to free the land again.
Deep it lies in celtic heart
a thrumming thread of ancient tune
that speaks of love torn apart
by the pursuit of material gain.
In the air of mountain breeze
lillting through the forest trees
a song of redemption and release
awaken again the ancient ways.

Those are beautifully written poems... Wish I could create beauty like that!

Thanks for liking my poem "Heartbeat". I did write this myself and have written many others . i have had over 20 published.Once again thanks for the comment.