Gravel crackling under foot
Grass creeping over untended verges
Rotting fences rendered useless by the wind and rain
The bluetit, blackbird, crow and the rook
Disturbed by the crunchy stomp approaching
They take flight swiftly finding refuge
On the wafer thin branches of the fir trees
Sheep graze idly on the sloping rocky hills
Only glancing up lazily to show derision
Passing through one of the five rusty gates brings new sights
Either Aberdeen, Ayrshire, Shetland and Highland coos
Munch greedily on the wild and plentiful grasses
Before loping down the hillside to be milked
The creaking of the decades old gate doesn't deter them from their mission
The vista on a clear day from the old Victorian pipeline
Opens up to the glistening loch in the distance framed by the Munros
The view ends abruptly when the mighty oak blocks the passage through the fifth gate
Completing this feast for not just the eyes but the mind, body and soul.
I love a descriptive poem like that. You had me walking alongside you
Some dramatic Scottish scenery described here, very evocative, thank you.