The latest #writephoto prompt brought back a holiday in the Hebrides and especially Lewis and Harris.
Lewis and Harris, two rivals in love
For the heart of the Hebridean Queen
Declared, in their ways, ‘I’m willing’ ‘I’m keen’
‘The heights… – ‘The depths… – of my love I will prove.’
For Lewis, he rolled out his land so flat
And ditched and dimpled it, simple and neat,
Purpling heather pushing up through the peat,
Stone walled castle with its ‘failte’ mat.
Harris laughed loud as he rippled the earth,
Making those mountains dauntingly steep.
‘We’ll live here, my love, we two with our sheep
Warmed by our whiskey and peat-smoking hearth.
But the Queen sighed, ‘My Lords, if you please.
That’s all very well, but where are the trees?’