There's a wonderful place where I sometimes go in my mind... to Scotland's Loch Barr on any given day,
It lends a certain calm with it's pristine waters & it doesn't seem that far away,
I like to rest upon a hillside or moor to breathe in this heavenly scene,
And to enjoy the vista of sun's rays upon the Loch; as it creates a glowing gleam,
For now the fish & birds there are hidden out of view,
But every now & then they show up out of the blue,
I find a kind of peace here; while I dream away....surrounded by this wander fair;
Where the woodlands seem to enfold me, with their beauty oh! so rare.
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