Dùn Mór

 

Rambling along the Dùn Mór trail,  scrambling over rocks
This beaten path beneath my feet; the ground on which I walk
Could tell a thousand tales or more, of a thousand years now past
Remnants of another time lie still among the grass

 

Standing at the guard post, looking back from whence I came
At the standing stone which stands alone; is all that now remains
The entrance to this once-great fort, to see with mine own eyes
A glimpse of auld Argyll's heart under a Gaelic sky

 

Ascending to the summit - the breathing place of the Gael
I'm suddenly met with such a sublime view, a painting yet unveiled
Looking out o'er Loch Fyne; across the roaring sea so vast
In this land steeped in our history, I hear echoes of the past

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Descending from the summit, on down by the rocky crag
I gaze down at my trodden trail, where stands the majestic stag 
Though only for a second, but for that second, our eyes meet
To the ancient king of the forest, I give a nodding greet

 

Journeying back along the trail, across the babbling burn
With just enough time for to  sit awhile; to catch the setting sun
I walk alongside the lochan;    there, I    sit between darkness and light
As the sun sets beyond the horizon, I watch as day becomes night