Margaret Foster Poet Rhyme

Nostalgia

The skirl of the pipes that echoed through the hills
The scent of purple heather beside the running rills
The view from the mountain top, upon the glen below
A loch that shimmers in the light of the evening’s pearly glow
These memories that crowd my mind…
a time and place I left behind

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David Drowley March 10, 2025 at 10:07 AM Congratulations on your well-deserved win! Your hearts in the highlands it is not here! Margaret Foster March 11, 2025 at 8:29 AM Thank you, David. Yes, I’m afraid I have a foot in both camps. Scotland and Australia.LOL Best wishes.

Ann Peck March 6, 2025 at 8:31 AM So beautiful, it grabs the heart! Congratulations! Margaret Foster March 6, 2025 at 11:05 PM Thank you Ann for you kind comment. :)

Terry Miller March 3, 2025 at 2:03 AM Beautiful poem, congratulations Margaret Foster March 6, 2025 at 11:04 PM Many thanks Terry. :)

Gary Radice March 2, 2025 at 9:10 AM Congratulations on your win in Line’s contest Margaret. Ann and I love visiting Scotland. I’m wondering if you manage to get back there from Australia at all? Cheers - Gary Margaret Foster March 3, 2025 at 1:10 AM Thank you, Gary for your nice comments. It’s been over 50 years since I left but I do get back a few years. I still have Family there. Take care.

Oliver Mckeithan February 27, 2025 at 6:47 PM Beautiful poem. I have been to Scotland once. Only spent a week there. Wish I would have had more time. Margaret Foster February 28, 2025 at 3:20 AM Thanks Oliver. Like most places there’s the beautiful and the not so beautiful. But I do have my moments . Thank you for your kind comments on my efforts . Cheers