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Nature's Spirit



A grey mist falls over the Glen,
Covering the burial ground,
Of many fallen men,
Many a raging battle…,
As Clan fought against Clan,
Then stood side by side as Brothers
To repel the Englishman,
Death the lesser price to pay,
Then having to appease…
The Trossachs have long been silent,
Bloodied soil now awash with Trees,
Only the noise from Rutting Deer,
Disturbs the peace of this hollow Glen,
Nature bringing to life those Spirits,
Of all those fallen men….

John Baverstock

John Baverstock

My poetry is normally easy to read, hopefully you will enjoy, I write poems on many different subjects, hopefully something for everyone...
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