Fenced In
You roamed amongst the distant glens and lochs, Untamed in your ascendency and pride; Traversing pristine firths and folded rocks, An apex that was grey
scotland
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
You roamed amongst the distant glens and lochs, Untamed in your ascendency and pride; Traversing pristine firths and folded rocks, An apex that was grey