As a fortress the hills stand above
valleys and mountains in a hardy land
where blizzards blow harsh on cragged
peaks giving home to humble
mountain sheep.
Far above the towering pine
climbers scale like backs on a spine
these carved out monuments
of ancient time.
Seasons may come and go
as heathers blooms let us know
the beauty of this land to show
midst rugged harshness and
fierce winds blow
A warmth and loving presence
of those who dwell here remains
As pipes play and the hills sing the refrain
of the people of this
ancient land.
"Hills over Loch Lommond" oil painting
by Tom Barron
Honorable mention
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