Whispers O'er The Glen Poem by Mervyn Graham

In the misty glen,
Whispers on the highland breeze,
Echoes o' the past.

Ah, the bonnie glen,
Soft whispers carry o'er the heather so purple,
Tales of yore, now unseen.

In th' misty glen so deep,
Murmurs o' th' highland breeze weep,
Echoes o' th' past keep.

In th' Scottish glen,
Whispers o' windswept battles blend,
Echoes o'er th' land ye ken.

In Scottish moors an' babbling burns
Whispers 'neath the thistle's guard,
The echoes of our land.

Mervyn Graham (2024)

A wee experiment with some Scottish Haiku I cobbled together