Frosted Skye

I’d started losing hope that I

Would ever see the Isle of Skye,

But here I am with views of sheep 

And mountains; rules do not apply.

The majesty will surely keep,

For this has conjured feelings deep

Of wonder that the world does hold 

So many treasures we can reap.

If every person could be polled,

I’d bet that most would not be sold

On travel as a way to heal

Whatever problems leave you cold.

The vistas here have such appeal

I’m thrilled I had the time to steal

To let me just unwind and feel 

To let me just unwind and feel.