Steeds of the tide stand aside the beachhead
A calm ripple sprinkles passing feet
Into the kingdom of dwarven miners
Never too far from the ranting robin
Tilling the fields for toiling reward
A charming bridge overlooks the county line
Notches in the broch are fine smelting
Deep in the black woods dwell spirits
Reins unspurred by mischievous Brags
Endless quarrels break a lassie's heart
Wallowing pipes stride the pearly cliffs
Unwed maidens convene by candlelight
Nimble walking wolves howl upright at the moon
Insolent hails of arrows grow on the fields of battle
Crystal clear mountain springs reflect the winter thaw
Open cover for stalkers of deer
Rocks heard in colonies throughout the realm
Nobles of the book preach over sparse moors
A brew of dried rust complexion
Local heroes rise to the occasion
Bodies collide for a chance of victory
A test of courage for intrepid explorers
Gullible gulls heckle at passers-by
Lights peer through the vast blue
A bare mare becomes a human saint
Southern forces seek to burn the north
Grated gray walls of carved stone break the farms
Odes to the hunted bear
Wafting steam churns the wheels of progress
English lords find tantalizing fruit
Dank putrid bogs cake the lowly moat
Inlays of slate pile up at dockside
Narrow sea inlets reveal the bellow cave
Burning passions erupt from the common folk
Uniter of the Celts
Rugged terrain amid the seething waves scrape the sky
Goalposts pry open defeat's jaws
Hearth resembles dried kindling
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Whispers from the Wisps
PoetryA neat few acrostics for fans of the brave blue land that is Scotland