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A life reborn (Some thoughts at Tushielaw)

Eagles cry, eagles haunt Above moorland Of grouse And heather And life Myriad sheep trod paths Lead me deeper Into this delightful, deceptive freedom On the edge Of my existence Fresh, cold, sharp winds Buffet me And roar Deep gullies In my soul Cutting deep They wound And cleanse And drive cobwebs Long grown From my being And once again I am me And I am free 18/09/1998
Published inCountrysideEscapeNaturePoemRemembranceScotland

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