Dear soop, just for you - one of my word pictures. Hope you like it!
THE GREAT GLEN FAULT
The hills are bathed in light of varying shades
With mist and rain and sunlight on the hill.
Oft the wind is blowing hard, and then sometimes is very still
The staggered shapes of green and mottled hue
Are strewn as cast by a giant’s random hand
This part of Highlands’ noble view is heritage to the glorious past of ancient Scottish land
The sun paints pictures of light and shade, as in an artist’s box
The landscape does not move, not so the brown and cunning fox!
He moves with stealth across the covered land
Seeking his next meal and stays away from man’s destroying hand!
Way far below, the shimmering waters of the loch, wherein hides a monster of fabled time
Seekers come from far and near to explore the cold depth, but find nothing upon the bed but shingle mud and slime
This rift of ancient time which runs for many a mile
Is nature’s painted canvas of pleasant contrasting style.
When rain clouds drift across the sky the hills are hid from view
And once again our vision dims; we can but only remember where they lie
Now the sky is dark with heavy cloud, so keenly sculptured, sharp edged, While, beneath - infinity is grey
The hills now black, with green foreground no longer light
But merging into background of ending day and coming night
At times the wind howls around this place whistling a mournful moan
The rain beats down upon the window panes. We are warm within our home.
The sun shines down again upon a changing scene
And across those mysterious hills are many shades of pleasant green
As a patchwork quilt, the hills take on yet another guise
Light is changing with glorious hue before our very eyes
From here we watch the changing scenes of colour in profusion
Nature’s works of art are shown to us; We see without confusion.
Vic Woolley JUNE 2009
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