A house in Crieff, a beauty, five bedrooms
overlooking the lowlands to the south,
the lights of Lochearnhead and St. Fillans
paint the darkened night hills with life…
Ancient ghosts from Perthshire march at dusk
in time to a Highlander tune
whistling in plaids through airy pipes
a lane straddling mountains and glen...
A house with a bit of country, a loch,
autumn harvests caught in twelfth-century tones;
an unheralded historic attraction, open space,
each bail smiling…
or, is it, I confess, simply my heart?
Honorable winner
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