Mist weeps across the peaty land,

the breaths of ancient warriors 

clothe the peaks.  

High clouds roam above 

the raw silence, a hint of gleaming

in their midst.

Once battles rolled throughout 

these glens, as Highlanders 

fought the King’s red-coated men.

No invader has stormed 

these hills again, and peace 

rests upon the folded crests.