Impressions of Scotland

Miles and miles of silence Where bare-ribbed hills subsist On wind and air. Eternal Heather purpling the mist. Lochs too deep for plumbing. Scudding sheep as thick As surf. At dusk a cottage Lit by a gold-tongued wick.

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