Our talented Community Correspondent Glen uses poetry to reflect on finding joy in Scotland’s dramatic scenery and captivating wildlife during summer.
Summers Day
As I lay upon that stoney bank
And gaped at the munros
A shiver passed right through me
From my head down to my toes.
I questioned where it came from
What could make me feel this way
The answers all around me
On that lovely summers day.
Butterflies they flutter past
With not a single care
Dancing with the hoverflies
Almost floating on air.
Swallows dip and twist and turn
Whilst feeding on the flies
Waistcoat red and cloak of black
A real feast for the eyes.
Sway
Minutes passed like seconds
On that lovely summers day.
Then a brilliant blue and orange
Flashed before my eyes
Kingfisher on a mission
Racing through the skies.
Red squirrel in the treetops
Leaping tree to tree
Not a care this summers day
He took no heed of me.
Deer rutting in the background
You can’t see for the trees
Roars and antlers mashing
Carried by the breeze.
Twilight gently nuzzled in
And the day was at an end
A day of peaceful solitude
When nature was my friend.
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