High Cloined, Arran
Half sunk in peat and sodden moss,
redundant, clutching at the sky.
Rough stones nearby tell of a loss
long past. We look and can but try
to see beyond this relic on the hill
and hear the plaintive echoes still.
Copyright © Peter Rees | Year Posted 2022
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