Valerie Ceres comes to us from Manchester in the UK. Her screenname on Allpoetry.com is Elfin,

and she can be found here:

http://allpoetry.com/Elfin

And now, to the poem:

Scottish Springtime

Betwixt windswept moor and meadow

‘neath a vast and changing sky,

rise austere primeval mountains

where the golden eagles fly. 

From his shelter in a thicket

wanders forth a noble stag,

over viewing his wild kingdom

from a high and fearful crag.

Wind whips through the glens and valleys

rustles o’er the new sprung blades,

and it bites like spiny bramble

swift and keenly it pervades.

As the changing of the daylight

passes o’er the glassy loch

it reflects the rugged grandeur

of the cold grey glinting rock.

How these unforgiving Highlands

stir the souls of Celtic men,

as they gaze on savage mountain

or on sprouting vernal glen.

While the skirl of pipes entwine with

plaintive strains of ghostly lutes;

through archaic and ruined dwellings

spirits call me to my roots.

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