From the Atlantic
I shall once more
wing my way east
to the land of trees
From the open skies
by the Atlantic fringe
to the ancient woods
near a long, distant river
As the year closes
and the solstice passes
a new year will open
with new vistas to admire
When the days
once more lengthen
I shall once more
wing my way west
The pale blue
the dark browns
of the Hebrides
will await my return
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