RANNOCH MOOR, BY ERIK ZOHA

Sun setting on Rannoch Moor –
Gnarled, ancient, wizened tree,
Ominous storm-filled sky,
Mile on mile of blanket moor
From Schiehallion to Buachaille.

Rowan, ash and oak remnants
Like decimated armies;
Isolated, ruined crofts,
Reminders of clearances,
Birds of prey on guard as sentries.