Home Land

Leaving from home in the dark
At a time good for sleeping
Driving through the darkness
Waiting for the return of the light

I could barely catch my breath
Watching the growing daylight
As the finest curtain of mist
Veiled the torrent of the angry Tay

Travelling off the beaten track
Where technology meets ecology
As the land cries out for healing
We treat her with the gentlest gloves

A beautiful day at its height
Though the sun's zenith was low
White frost and snow on the peaks
Made the mountains more glorious

Loch tay had a touch of heaven
We were heading for the west
The hills all around crianlarich
Have a beauty that never subsides

Loch Lomond was bigger than usual
Weeks of rain had swelled her banks
How gorgeous are the scottish hills
Never did I feel so much at home

Never had we got such a welcome
From both our kin and friends
To see them was such a blessing
That filled up our hearts with joy

Poetry - Miscellaneous