Open Spaces

Scottish borders - taken by me

I want the feel of Open Spaces, the smell of Heather drifting through the air.
Green, green grass, over rolling hills and the sound of water rushing through the Glen.
Soft rain falling on my face, washing over me, cleansing my soul.
I feel the tugging of my heart strings, the calling of the pipes.
I long to return to the land of my Ancestors.
The Place that I belong to, Mind, Body and Soul!

©JennaClaireDouglass