YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
Not Gowrie's rich valley, nor Forth's sunny shores,
To me hae the charms o'yon wild, mossy moors;
For there, by a lanely, sequesterèd stream,
Besides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream.
Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path,
Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, narrow strath;
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The Great Beauty of the Mountains
Insurmountable Giants of nature
Spears that stab deep into skys,
An ever losing battle.
Their bodys stretching endlessly across the plains.
From endless beauty to the dullness of death they encompass all.
The Alps, older than the earth around it.
Older than even the continent itself.
Overseer of the Germanic plains.
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The golden sunshine
Adorns the hilltops with such
Royal coronets...
Awash in golden sunshine is jade meadow,
Beneath snow capped mountains all aglow.
Carefree breezes wander through the blooms,
Discreetly scattering the sundry perfumes.
Enamored of sapphire skies, cottony clouds,
Fabulous noonday, far from thunderclouds!
Green grass so deep, in late springtime,
Harmonies of birds, all over the daytime!
Idyllic lake, with a duck swimming there,
Jolly in his crystal world, of sky unaware.
......
plush carpet of blooms
hues at the base of mountains ~
fragrance of footsteps
The Great Beauty of the Mountains
Insurmountable Giants of nature
Spears that stab deep into skys,
An ever losing battle.
Their bodys stretching endlessly across the plains.
From endless beauty to the dullness of death they encompass all.
The Alps, older than the earth around it.
Older than even the continent itself.
Overseer of the Germanic plains.
......
The golden sunshine
Adorns the hilltops with such
Royal coronets...
plush carpet of blooms
hues at the base of mountains ~
fragrance of footsteps
At magic mountain
of the purple twilight dusk,
Summery stars swirl!
A dusty purple evening,
of redbird songs echoing.
Magnificent moon,
Pearls spill down the mountainside,
No breeze is stirring.
Golden memories now fade
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Blazing wild meadows,
Cherry blossoms, budding green,
Cascades of flowers!
Spring in the Blue Ridge Mountains
is a gilt orange season.