Moors, waterfalls, thistles Mountains spiked with pine trees In clusters, a verdant floor home To many, too small to see, Or too large to approach with Threats unknown In the Scottish wild. It is here where once I could walk… Read More ›
Having rough wind and rain here in Florida. Heard some desperate croaking and found this little beauty with a baby omits back hanging on for dear life.
Not for me,
To the norm,
Or meeting other people’s
Im an immigrant. From Scotland. Now a US citizen so it’s a no brainer to me. Come here legally and you are fine. Same for immigrants to Britain
My signature on a Valentine’s card Will fade over time. But the aching intensity Of my love For you, Will never Be destroyed By moments.