Poetry ~ The Highlands

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

Poetry ~ The Herd

in the still of an early August morning
the cracking of branches sounded their presence
with the squint of an eye they appeared
moving slowly through the tall grass and downed trees 
large, dark creatures foraging on the land
their leader appeared in all his glory
antlers rising high above the long meadow grass
a proud king with his crown
his harem following dutifully behind
the infamous elk herd of the highlands
another day in paradise on the homestead 
The Elk King
Video by Sue Viseth
The Cow Elk
video by Sue Viseth