Frosted Skye
I’d started losing hope that I
Would ever see the Isle of Skye,
But here I am with views of sheep
And mountains; rules do not apply.
The majesty will surely keep,
For this has conjured feelings deep
Of wonder that the world does hold
So many treasures we can reap.
If every person could be polled,
I’d bet that most would not be sold
On travel as a way to heal
Whatever problems leave you cold.
The vistas here have such appeal
I’m thrilled I had the time to steal
To let me just unwind and feel
To let me just unwind and feel.
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