MullA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenA truly wonderful place.Mull From Tobermory to Fionnphort to Calgary and all points in-between, rolling hills cloaked in Sitka spruce, larch, Scots pine, yew, and juniper, mosses, liverworts, fern and lichens and mountain everlasting. The clean, clear, damp air wraps the flora in a blanket of fresh green propagation. Rugged crags and black sea cliffs, where Golden Eagles nest, rise with majestic beauty, and White Tailed Eagles swoop from the heathery skies above their high tree perches, upon unsuspecting prey. In this place shrouds of mist hang heavy and dreich, driving rain sluices across sweeping verdant glens drowning out August's summer smile. Red and fallow deer, woolly sheep, shaggy highland cattle and feral goats, meander unhindered in search of luscious grazing. Along shores and flowing rivers the Eurasian otter plies his trade, hunting Brownies, salmon, skate, ling and
crustaceans, and seals sunbathe in abundance on the plentiful small outcrop islands. Cascading waterfalls spill in shimmering silver ribbons down sheer rock faces, swelling rivers and feeding glacial lochs upon whose shores herons stand stock still and gaze upon reflected light, patiently awaiting a fishy meal. Peace, tranquillity and tourists are the only pollutants upon this bonny island, whose brave-heart history is as rocky as its beaches.
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4 Reviews Added on August 23, 2017 Last Updated on August 23, 2017 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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