- Non-Erotic Poetry
- I Don't like Enclosed Spaces
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Click hereA poem about the West/North-west Coast of Scotland. Very bleak…
I Don’t Like Enclosed Spaces….
Hill sides of rock and scree,
Bare stone etched like the face of age,
Scoured by time and Nature,
And forces we cannot capture.
Clothed in peat and heath,
Shrouded in mist and Harl,
Sound of soft rain against hard rock,
Battle drum of a war without outcome,
These hills live and are alive,
In no way we know or can know,
They stand even as we fall,
They heed to no masters beck and call.
- COMMENTS
flyguy69over 19 years agoI can hear the grass hiss in north Atlantic winds. Very nice, Trent_Dutch!
