I've spent many happy days with my lassie and crommack
trekking over the Highlands, the crags, and screes
the dark, deep waters of the misty lochs
as the eagle glides high, in the morning breeze.
Thro' leafy glades, sun's rays dance silver
in trickling streams below
Spring-scented flowers embroidering the
Highlands' green rolling vales
I lay mellow, for hours, on soft fragrant heather
or 'neath craggy rocks, shelter,
from my Scotland's strong gales.
Tony Bradley
