Having faith in choosing the right path
Each pudgy seal conceals a transformative secret
A lone road carves across the uncharted
Treading lightly between stoic towers
Hogmanay be a time to reminisce
Embers ignite from a spark of rebellion
Royal purple blooms in unwelcome territory
Hairy beasts of burden browse beside nursing parents
A fondest of kisses to bid farewell
Groves bloom better in numbers
Great rock faces point to the heavens
Interwoven masts blot out the air over the Clyde
Scampering mice find homes in the summer bales
Taking in the tired for the evening
A quiet rest as the wind floods
Ragged from a foamy brew
The unconquered holler defiantly
Atop the hills a great bounty
Nessie rears her prudent head
Groups hustle for a whack with smoke pipes
Out of poverty emerges a man of worth
Longing for the red roses of June
Fields of emerald seas wave the virgin lands
Lost travelers witness the incredible
Over the cities sits the stillness
Creatures beneath the ferns
Harrowing deeds spew from the open plain
Nettles stain a stroll
Ebony hound of evil stalks the tree line
Strong elixir matures in withered barrels
Sacred stone from which kings are formed
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Whispers from the Wisps
PoetryA neat few acrostics for fans of the brave blue land that is Scotland
