Pine filtered air roams down hillsides.
Space in the western Rockies stretches comprehension.
Farms and towns in the valleys have room to spare.
Polite Mormons and crude drunks harmonize.
Rewards wait for the adventurer.
Cutthroat trout sip insects from stream tops.
Wandering moose snack on willows.
I have found a permanent paradise.
Let the lowlanders inhale the smog,
frantically rush into knotted traffic.
I was once part of this senseless game.
The caffeine fuelled dash to nowhere.
Keep your artificial palm trees.
Ogle those silicone breasts.
You'll look fashionable in your decadent urban scene.
Drowning your sorrows in expensive wine.
Allow me to laugh at your folly,
as I peacefully shine my shotgun.
The frigid breeze will soon turn to warmth.
I have found my mountain home.
Alone I sit in my granite palace.
Deserted by the coin chasing masses.
Distained by a woman who once loved me.
Tranquility infusing the crisp alpine air.
Wayne M Hill September 30, 2011
Categories:
lowlanders, adventure, happiness, introspection, ,
Form: Free verse
Warrior of battle
A leader of men
Triumphant in victory
In his Highland glens
His followers unite
In battle ready clans
Willing to die
As they fight for their lands
Burns run red
As thatched crofts burn
To lead ones clan
Is birthed and earned
Lowlanders, fellow Highlanders
In claymore cull
From John O' Groats
To the Isle of Mull
Many campaigns
In week long march
To leave your enemies
Their communities torched
Warrior of Highlanders
Bloodied hands steeped in
His head bowed
To the fallen and beaten
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-2.php
Categories:
lowlanders, death, devotion, history, life,
Form: Rhyme