Loch Ba
Walking up your wandered
Path I feel the ground telling me
Stories underneath my feet.
A colossus of water, followed by
Rivers of natural gold
These mountain tops, broad and steep
Stood way before I. They weaved, and stitched
Stories into the fabric of this storied land, so fierce it etches its whipped marks across its back.
Yes I love this green,grey and heather strewn palace of mine own.
Everything is veiled in a story and underneath lies the truest form of beauty.
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