Scots pines etched against ice-blue sky,
Sunlit sheep mirrored in the mere,
A flight of geese honking overhead
Blackbellie mountain sleeps for another hundred years.
At Dundrennan, the abbey's ruined walls,
Silhouetted against the light,
Conceal the fantasmas of bygone monks
Awaiting the shadows of the night.
Smoke from chimneys over Palnackie,
Boats shelter in the bay.
If I should die tomorrow, - no matter,
For I have seen it all today.
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