Gustave Doré
The Scottish Highlands
Gallery 32
Alec Szabo
The Whisper of Seclusion
Though in seclusion,
I feel a sudden comfort
In this place and time,
Struck with awe and wonder.
Too much could be said
Yet not enough.
This immense, intricate land
Playing my heart and bluff.
Land rolling,
To well beyond the distance
Burns into my soul
With its aged, green existence.
This land will speak
As I listen
In more than isolation,
While its green heart glistens.