off the beaten path
a bit of beauty beckons
step into wonder
an ancient sundial
angles and curves forgotten
sun and moon still shine
the old man sleeping
beneath a blanket of skye
fingers reaching still
searching for my roots
in heather, rock, and blue lochs
all roads lead us home
every hand helps
placing stones to follow home
walking together
something cool to pop
more dear than gold or silver
fruit ice on a stick
something cool and sweet
soothing to the eye and heart
nourished from the earth
always at the edge
something new begins to grow
beauty like the sun
how can this be true?
the ladies are back again
shedding summer clothes
spider spins and spins
weaving gossamer silk threads
necklaces for trees
a dragon lives here
amidst the towering trees
only few will see