Drumbeg -
A chain of cars
streams down,
Follows the rain,
Drumbeg sits atop
Her ocean ledge,
Lambs press against their mothers
In the broom,
Salt air,
Sutherland,
Rowan trees gather
Up the hillside,
Their leaves still wet,
Glisten and stir,
Just up ahead
A shrouded mountain -
Sail Gitorm,
Assynt,
Over t’otherside
It all opens up,
This world,
A soft valley of rivulets,
Water lilies,
No one left
Is really from here.