|This little piece, I hope would capture in the readers mind the essence of natural beauty, that there is in abundance in my country. Though I fear that, if anything it falls short on giving the full picture. Still comment please would be welcome, as I'm a little bemused that I have been asked to publish this one!|
A True Jewel Named Etive
Yonder hills of beauty! Sparkle waters that glisten,
tranquillity embraced, silence? No! Listen!
On Etive’s clear edge, there’s lapping of water,
and bustling sounds, of a playful brown otter.
A scene of serenity, no birds in view,
but chirping of sparrows, hidden in a bush too.
On expanse of the slopes, hear the rut of the deer,
echoes of the distance, evidently so clear.
This highland glen, a true jewel named Etive,
proud in the country, to which it is native.
Nowhere close, to many worldly scenes,
nor by comparison, in anyone’s dreams.
2006 © Copyright George McGavin
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