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Through the Glen to Crieff ©

Stella
Fife, Scotland
2006

To travel through the glen to Crieff
Feel the hills protect…as if a cloak
See the dancing beech leaves spin
Lifts my spirit feeds my soul

A valley lies beneath the braes
Paths and fences
Barns and walls
Toy like in their simplicity

Brave built homes
With chimneys high
Shining windows
Contentment in the countryside

It is not an illusion
Fine folk built these homes
Made in solitary places
A haven for their own

Do they meet sometimes
Do they speak on the phone
Perhaps email
Nod and wave as they pass

Is there an understanding
That if help is needed
It is given freely
I think so…it seems so



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