Banks of Loch Lomond

I long to traipse across lavender heathered hills and look across the North Sea as a winter wind chills. Again, to dwell in a cottage, nestled in a green glen or traverse Scotland's burns, I yearn. Do ya ken? Years ago I sat upon Loch Lomond's misty banks and to the beautiful Highlands I offered my thanks for rugged terrain, lowlands and plains, and Aberdeen. Haunting bagpipe songs, leaves me feeling serene. My heart longs to wander free as I stand and listen to gulls over the Hebrides while Atlantic waters glisten. There's a stirring deep within my heart and my soul to wear my clan's plaid and upon Ayr Beach to stroll. January 5, 2023 Take Me There Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico