Beneath an ancient core
Meadows stay withered until I see
The first star to fall
I dream of a lullaby’s colour within
Bearing a wait to find it again
Forests and streams
Dales and rivers
Legends flowing through the Kingdom of the Picts
Songs of olden days
Woods and lakes
Meadows and fields
Storyteller’s tales
Golden mountains high
Long lost dreams of mine
Ancient tales of woods and dales
Of all faded days
A tale of life and times
Forgotten book on the dusty shelf
Legends as old as fight of day and night
Monsters of Loch Ness
Legends or tales
Sweet moments of dawn
Caressing the stories of castles in gold
Now staying cold and lorn
Whisper of wind above the sea
Sound of pipes and tender violin
Call of lost lore of ancient tales
Mysterious whisper of Scotland
Treasures lay hidden
Beneath every hill
Memories write pale history’s pages
With colour of ritual night
Magic of druids, sacred stone ruins
Beyond the hidden secret door
Flow the stream of wisdom and ancient lore
Linlin's Poetry 