Slioch

Standing atop a sandstone castle,

Above a loch’s archipelago;

Where to set foot is to step back

To the ancient wildwood untouched.

Below sheer slopes a craggy moor unfolds,

Streams pattern a wilderness untrod;

A summer wind blows from the horizon’s sea

Brushing my face with wandering caresses. 

Beckoned by the sublime perspective,

On the highest peak my gaze catches;

A golden eagle soaring

Below me on outstretched wings.