Scotland Poem by Katinka Havermans

Scotland



In a landscape of
Rolling green hills
With majestic pine trees
Where the fog
Comes rolling slowly
On gentle slopes
And sparkling lochs
Where crows
Are scratching their cries
Thin and desperate
As lost souls
I stand silently, enjoying
And thanking in silence
Mother Earth

© KH

Monday, April 2, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: scotland
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