Highland Poem by CaroleLyn Phoenix

Highland



Ancient meadows, heathered and cracked
language flows over landscape
and rolls with the tides

tombstones of those who died
two hundred years and then some
reminders of the ' 45
a lone bagpipe whines

never a visit to culloden
always a rememberance

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CaroleLyn Phoenix

CaroleLyn Phoenix

California
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