Surrounding hills of green and heather I bathe in sunshine. Watching the gulls swooping across cloudless skies. I hear the songs of a blackbird, and a linnet echo in the Ayrshire afternoon. My soul is refreshed, calmness and tranquility in the springtime.
Michael Cochrane ©
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful x Sounds idyllic!