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Directionally Challenged

Directions always stay the same.

You’d think it wouldn’t be so hard.

But I forget from whence I came.

Directions always stay the same.

It should be easy as my name.

But I get lost outside my yard.

Directions always stay the same.

You’d think it wouldn’t be so hard.

Rondine

Cabin in the Woods

Alone. Cozy. Scottish cabin.

Wooded area stretching out

To mountain ridges all about.

 Rising smoke wisp, curvy and thin.

A yellow light, warm, inviting.

A peaceful place, without a doubt.

 Alone. Cozy.

By the hearth, rug of badger skin

Fragrant scent of freshly-caught trout,

While hot tea tumbles from a spout.

Contentment grows deeply within.

Alone. Cozy.

Rondel

Adventure’s Waiting

Adventure’s waiting ‘round the bend.

Excitement’s building day by day.

For all the choices, we must pray.

I count on Him to bring good end.

It’s nice when family are friends.

We will have fun, yes, come what may.

Adventure’s waiting ‘round the bend.

Excitement’s building, day by day.

The walks we’ll take, the shows attend.

The sights we’ll see in the U. K.

The food we’ll eat, the games we’ll play.

On God’s sweet grace, we will depend.

Adventure’s waiting ‘round the bend.

Rondeau

Seeking You in the Morning

Seeking You in the morning, I resolve to do.
Jesus, I’m lost and adrift without You.
I need You to lead me throughout the day.
I believe there is no other worthwhile way.
Without You, my hopes and joys are few.

Lord, You indeed make all things bright and new. 

I know You love me and will see me through.

Without You, I have nothing much to say.

Seeking You in the morning.

I need Your wisdom, for I have no clue.

You put the color in my life, every hue.

On You, all my burdens I firmly lay. 

My life is worthless if I don’t pray. 

You are what is good, right and true. 

Seeking You in the morning.

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Dunnottar Castle

Dunnottar Castle sits on a big rock

Protruding out into the rich North Sea.

Looks like a toy atop a birthday cake.

Made to guard its lands from Pictish attacks.

It once protected crown jewels from Cromwell.

Now tourists like to take the lengthy walk,

Filled with curiosity and esprit.

They follow the curvy path like a snake.

They listen to tour guides who spill the facts.

Before they leave, they are under its spell.

Wars, kings, Honours of Scotland fill the talk.

Now the ruins whisper of past glory

Which subsequent builders tried to remake.

Now the old buildings can sigh and relax

While visitors are filled with tales to tell.

Quatern

By Connie Shannon Peters

The Shannon River bears my name

Houses huddle along its banks

Small boats rest within its waters

The docks reach out to welcome guests

I look forward to greeting it

The Shannon River bears my name

Born and raised in Pennsylvania,

I lived along the Shannon Creek

We heard stories of the River

And Ireland of our ancestors

The Shannon River bears my name

It feels part of my family

Someday I’ll walk along its banks

Or cruise along its scenery

Wear my Shannon tee with a grin

The Shannon River bears my name

Lai

Proof

A castle serene

Surrounded by green

And lake

A beautiful scene

Fit for king and queen

I’ll take

Pictures to be seen

To show where I’ve been

No fake

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Another Trip of a Lifetime

Last fall we went to Hawaii.

Experience was so sublime.

And I did not expect to get

another trip of a lifetime.

But here we go planning again.

Some may believe it is a crime

to plan to have so much fun on

another trip of a lifetime.

We’re headed for the Emerald Isle.

And parts of Scotland, we will climb.

And when we’re done, I’m sure we’ll plan

another trip of a lifetime.

Dizain

Callanish Stones

The stones of Callanish, on Lewis Isle

Appear as wise old men guarding a tomb

Yes, they’ve been standing guard for quite a while

Near five millennia through rain and gloom

Nobody knows who lies there in earth’s womb

But many hike these Scottish lands to stare

At how the monoliths were placed with care

And babies become old and then they die

And these old guards continue on in prayer

Leaving generations to ponder why

Bref Double

The Falls of Dochart, Killin, Scotland

In spate, the falls flow full and fast.

They tumble over large flat rocks.

They’re more like rapids some observe.

Their noise impresses passersby.

It’s nature’s best in one long blast.

When water’s low we take off socks.

We snap some pictures of it all.

And walk so slow, at least we try.

The narrow road, the stony bridge,

The ancient mill, the hills and trees,

The row of old white houses there,

They all combine to glorify.

We’re glad we stopped as we went past,

Which we’ll relive in future talks.

Triolet

Like Enoch

I can imagine meeting You there,

On a starry night on a lonely Scottish moor.

We’d commune intimately in prayer.

I can imagine meeting You there.

Like You with Enoch, we’d share.

Then walk through Heaven’s door.

I can imagine meeting You there

On a starry night on a lonely Scottish moor.

Tricube

Scotland

Above cliffs

Seabirds fly

Into mist

Gray castle

Clouds hover

Loch mirrors

Snug inlet

Old boats bob

Hotels serve

haiku

Wind and stinging sleet

Makes you glad to be inside

Wishing for sunshine

Sijo

The rocks, trees, cliffs, hills, lochs and rivers of the Scottish Highlands.

My ancestors walked here before the Revolutionary War.

I wonder, how many ways will I and do I walk in their steps?

PA Valentine

Valentine

V ery favorite person.

A nimated, intelligent, makes me

L augh. Someone I can relax with.

E ncouraging, comforting.

N ew adventures.

T ossing about ideas.

I magine traveling and having fun.

N  ow, growing old together.

E xperimenting with life.

Shadorma

Scottish farm

Tucked on a hillside

Vegetables

Bright flowers

Buildings keeping old secrets

Mountainous background

Rispetto

Dunvegan Castle

Dunvegan Castle, Isle of Skye

In Scotland on the western coast

Looks down on inlet from up high

Reflection offers much to boast

Imagine wandering through its halls

With ghosts who whisper in its walls

The castle’s changed throughout the years

Its history filled with love and fears

Nonet

Of Yesterday

Noup Head lighthouse on Westray, Orkneys

Perches on cliff’s edge all alone

Waiting and watching to warn

No one listens today

Busy at gadgets

It still stands tall

Outdated

Lovely

Sad

Abracadabra (with refrain)

The Fairy Pools

The Fairy Pools of the Isle of Skye,

Meringue-like mountains frame them there.

It’s easy to imagine fairies flitting about.

Several streams pour down from up high,

Down into the rocky, deep blue pool.

Too icy to swim, but adventurers try.

The magic is there, everyone can tell.

I think of being there, with a sigh.

Stretched out on the boulders, taking it in.

It’s easy to imagine fairies flitting about.

When time to go, they whisper goodbye.

Lune

Isolated isle

Stone castle

Clouds, hills, sea, stillness

Hay(na)ku

Castle

Perched High

Looming over us

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Super blue moon

Rests on a Scottish hill

Painting the slopes, the snow, the clouds blue

Everything blue

Except itself

Kimo 10-7-6

A wooden hut stretches out to the lough

As if it wants to swim free

Off into pink sunset

Shadorma

Strome Castle

Stone arch of ruins

Loch Carron

Pink sunrise

Its glory days are long past

Yet beauty remains

Gogyohka (five phrase poem)

Scotland Photo

Man’s cheeks puff out

as he plays bagpipes.

Traditional Scottish garb.

Jurassic green hills in background.

Cloudy sky.  

dodoitsu

He looks out blond, shaggy bangs

Across pale pink nose and frowns

Horns curve up, each side his head

Highland cow greeting

decima

Ancestral Land

The waves rush on the Scottish shore,
While bagpipes wail their distant song.
With ancestors, we sing along.
We’re tourists here but feel much more.
A part of us came from their lore.
Their blood flows deep within our veins,
From fishermen to those who reigned.
The cobblestones once bore their feet.
Someday in Heaven we may meet.
Till then we’ll search for what remains.

PA Distraction

Puzzling with Purpose

Since my world shattered

into pieces like a china plate,

I’ve taken out my jigsaw puzzles

and put them together repeatedly.

First the Thomas Kinkade garden scene,

then the two wolves, and the lake cabin..

Then it’s more Thomas Kinkade puzzles,

an Aspen mountain and an ancient castle.

When I face the pieces laying there,

completing the puzzle, seems impossible.

But one by one, the small pieces fit together

and soon the whole picture forms.

I puzzle purposefully,

reminding myself that as I work

at the little daily things of life,

the big picture will come together.