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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

Date: 3/10/2025 10:07:00 AM

Congratulations on your well-deserved win! Your hearts in the highlands it is not here!

Margaret Foster
Date: 3/11/2025 8:29:00 AM

Thank you, David. Yes, I’m afraid I have a foot in both camps. Scotland and Australia.LOL Best wishes.

Ann Peck

Date: 3/6/2025 8:31:00 AM

So beautiful, it grabs the heart! Congratulations!

Margaret Foster
Date: 3/6/2025 11:05:00 PM

Thank you Ann for you kind comment. :)

Terry Miller

Date: 3/3/2025 2:03:00 AM

Beautiful poem, congratulations

Margaret Foster
Date: 3/6/2025 11:04:00 PM

Many thanks Terry. :)

Gary Radice

Date: 3/2/2025 9:10:00 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
Date: 3/3/2025 1:10:00 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

Date: 2/27/2025 6:47:00 PM

Beautiful poem. I have been to Scotland once. Only spent a week there. Wish I would have had more time.

Margaret Foster
Date: 2/28/2025 3:20:00 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