Cabers fall like soldiers and walls
Ornate belltowers stare out to the hillforts
Life recreated for one's entertainment
Undaunted prey is hard to kill
Minding one's business around the Brownie
Basking in the simple wonders
A longing of the heart
Pounding drums enthral the masses
In trials the rugged land becomes home
Creeping bones lurk at the riverside
Tallied stones signal order from chaos
Shallow cracks each have an ancient story
Helping hand for the humble household
Envy and greed come to play among the lively clans
Black gold sulks beneath the waves
Relics of times long past remain in stasis
Islands out at water's edge tranquil
Dodging the hapless obstacles
Eternal knots and curls wind through history
Shimmers of lucky light accompany playing street children
Open furnaces blast and mold new metal
Raiders from distant nations feast on the hapless
Kings and queens vie for this windswept cape
Needy ghouls comb below streetlights
Enabling the world to see through different eyes
Yonder be the treasures of that isle
Strings from angelic harps await on the other shore
Hoards of bounding fish break the tide
Every putter falls into the trap
The poet welcomes his love-begotten daughter
Letters to the Devil's associate mean little
A great chieftain surveys his domain
Nether beasts are oblivious to such beauty
Devious blue killers of the sea scurry
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Whispers from the Wisps
PoetryA neat few acrostics for fans of the brave blue land that is Scotland
