Strath Poems - Poems about Strath

...Part Two : The Tale of Artuir mac Aedan; The light of the West (A tale of the hero of legend, a hero of Dalriada, who tried to unite a nation.) The Old Man. Was he a fool steeped in pagan lore, t......Read the rest...

...Watching the ripples of the clear water of the Spey Setting sun lighting field and trees of the strath Salmon jumping clear to catch a fly A sob as water runs from my eye. Doon tae the firth o ......Read the rest...

...It was a still quiet night ,children were a bed Lost in dreamland amid clouds and unicorns The elders sat around the dying embers Drinking and laughing about the days events. They too were soon ......Read the rest...

...King of the Glen Back then when I was a swain, I pranced across the heath and strath. Hither and thither on a whim I’d skimmer, Through the bluebells, thistles, and grass. Back then, ......Read the rest...

...The cold would just as soon you didn't make it home Till spring, when frozen bodies thaw, Gaunt coyotes bless their stars and drag you off. The only thing that's stirring in the crystal strath ......Read the rest...

...Chuckled, the muse of delight A Peach orchard had wandering paths Lost in the myriad of thoughts on love The Moon so full, on that eve Led to where a few longings be Whilst Jasmine cap......Read the rest...

...Cold, cold, cold the morning; cold. Coffee warms my hands. Unraveling memories; seeming dull Still night dreams, do unfold. Whispering… Low clouds covered the forest Eyes that see not before ......Read the rest...

...My Home in The Glenn Passing the glen walking a curving path Following the red bird, skipping on strath Trees bend with the winds beaconing Their invitations to come into the forest ......Read the rest...

...Like the bright sun in the heavenly sky, Thy presence enlights mine everyday path. Eyes of angels and smile that makes shy He who fall onto its trap like a strath. I dare'd not look beyond thy dainty......Read the rest...

...Ye ancient land O’ bonnie hue A bonnie haze on lochs of black Divide the colour, take me back To wash my eyes with Fall, imbue The highlands with a McCulloch hand Take me back to Autumnland S......Read the rest...