The Hebrides

Remembering the Islands I once called home

The space is filled with beauty here

Stretched across the horizon

Never a dull sight to behold

Not an empty moment left wanting

Where the white sands touch the Atlantic

The wild moors roll endlessly across the rich ground

Majestic mountains reach up and brush the clouds

On this land at the edge of the world

Sunsets blaze across the sky here

Unlike anywhere else in the world

A thousand hues of the deepest shades

Of life bursting forth, teeming all around

Hebridean memories surge

As the mighty Atlantic

Waves breaking on the realities

Entombed inside my head

The islands will always be a part of me

My time there, my adventures

A world away from the mainland

A place of pain and passion

Filled with the magic of the unknown

Steeped in history and embedded customs

The mainland close in distance, far in culture

Different rules for a different world

Ancient whispers on the wind

Ancestors walk among the rocks still

Down by the pools and in the glens

Tapestries of life

Woven into the landscape

Entwined �" as it ever was

The people are the land

The land is it's people