Thank you, tim. It's surprising to some people that a beautiful day doesn't need to be all sunshine and flowers. A storm on the horizon can be just as nice if the company you're with appreciates too.
From ages past the castle's history kept,
A great palace where kings and queens slept.
Vicious battles ensued with foes opposed,
And treachery reigned king when not exposed.
Its stories tell of a mystical age,
When huge armies fought with such bitter rage.
Time and again the palace flag did change,
As nobles fell in the castle's exchange.
Still are the cannon as peace rules the land,
Stirling's history is bloody but oh so grand.
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Grey clouds build in the sky,
Extending to the horizon.
The cold, dark waters churn,
As a tempest begins to form.
Bright flashes of Lightning,
Join the roaring boom of thunder.
A cool summer wind blows;
Waves relentlessly pounds the rocks.
The odd calm felt on land,
Belies the rage of the North Sea.
Th’ morning’s thick drow obscures th’ dark loch;
Shrouding from view even th’ naurby rock.
A group gathers near, thair cuppa in hand,
To await th’ view that wull be sae grand.
A ghostly aberration starts tae form;
Slowly taking shape oan this cauld, grey morn.
First lines 'n' blocks 'n' finally a roof;
It tries tae bade hidden while bein' aloof.
Th’ fog slowly lifts lik’ a freish bride’s veil;
Giving a stunning view fur a’ tae hail.
At last
I wanted to go through it and see if I would be turned away or open a discussion. I can walk away knowing I tried and these people cannae hurt me any more. I have a new family that loves and respects me. I've also met people who are distant relations and are more than happy to have me in their life and back in the clan.