i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep
where moon-falls and sunrises are the time i keep

where the mist rises to greet the day
and the wind whistles as the aspens sway 

three miles up a washboard road 
that climbs through fields where hay is sowed

green rolling hills where leprechauns gather
where life slows down and time don't matter

i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep
where the good life is simple and the simple life is sweet

28 thoughts on “Poetry ~ The Highlands

  1. Yes! Reminds me of Ivon Prefontaine’s post of a Wendell Berry poem. “Say that the leaves are harvested when they have rotted into the mold. Call that profit.” It’s The way to live, in my opinion. Missed your posts, checking into WP rarely, these days. There will come a time … Blessings, Sue.

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