To stand where Scottish Jacobites fought and died. To feel the centuries of history, on medieval castle walls. To explore the ancient Abbeys of the past in the tranquility of the lush countryside. To see bluebells
bloom in aspects of spring, dragonflies in the heat of summer, watching barnacle geese fly in winter overland and sea, Scotlands gifts for all to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem