Hebridean Poems - Poems about Hebridean

...My spirit is forlorn, frightened, and impaired. You’re not hiding here in this hideous hell; no longer your eyes, are broken in a cataract cell, instead, you graze in the free fields, feeding ......

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...The grey skies shift to blue, and now a breeze is heralding a longed-for transformation. With rainbow colours Mother Earth is blessed and all the islands of the west caressed, reborn. Sweet Summ......

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...Perfectly formed in a challenging terrain, low and squat they lie and ever ready to shrug off Hebridean wind and rain, with weathered roofs and walls rock steady. In days of yore, a refuge from t......

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...Long Ago, Memories Of A Cold Winter Night Conversation (Narrative/Rhyme) Hebridean isles, once sang to me in a dream, She her beautiful hair silky, so very long There rests magnificent treasure......

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...Perfectly formed in a challenging terrain, low and squat they lie and ever-ready to shrug off Hebridean wind and rain with weathered roofs and walls rock-steady. In days of yore, a refuge from th......

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...The wind is moaning, mist forlorn and low. The hills are softly sketched in shades of monochrome. The village blinks awake from Sabbath slumber. A bleating lamb is huddled at the field's edge,......

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...With your waters so blue, And your sands a crisp white, I had never expected, Quite a delight, I had come from the mainland, To this distant isle, A Hebridean beauty, A trip so worthwhile, ......

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