The Cluanie Gazing ruefully out into the gloom from a roaring fire in a crowded room this Highland Bard stands on the Kings Highway being detached from the world is part of the play through squinted windows you saw eras come and go like footprints of deer that got covered with snow turning back the pages through the ages of man long before the start of my short life span oh wandering troubadour and distant outlier how I long to warm my bones beside your fire and dram the night away with the patrons within because there is no place on earth like the Cluanie Inn. Haiku Diary Driving through autumn swirling leaves like fireworks soften the harshness then winter is here but just like a bouncing ball it moves swiftly on spring at last arrives a harbinger of summer hope lies eternal but the summer stalled eventually it passed like a bouncing ball. Oran na Mara - a song of the sea There you were on the crest of a wave so sure that you had everything planned but you couldn't halt t...