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HIGHWAYS ©

Peter Morriss
Laurencekirk, Scotland
1999

I shall go to the highlands
to the highlands of the north,
And I shall ride the ribbons of steel
that span the Firth of Forth;
I shall travel the long steel rails
over the broad waters of the Tay,
On to where the purple chiseled
mountains carve their lumbering way;
And I shall walk among the high hills
where tall pines tremble to the wind,
There to breath in the scent of moor
and gorse whose silence to distant
horizons lie brimmed.



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