Bre Garn

Posted on June 10, 2022 by | Leave a comment

On top of Bre Garn,

with the winds whirling round,

I stand with my feet

on the stoniest of ground.

.

With moors laying by,

and a world to my eye,

I am one degree closer

to the Laird in His sky.

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