‘Reinigeadal, Harris’ and Other Poetry by Peter Hartley

  Reinigeadal, Harris So many years ago it was, a child Tramped up from East Loch Tarbert’s rocky shore Across the peat hags underneath the wild And dismal sky that overhung the moor. No road could lead him thence, a mere track Between the heather clumps, it weaved its way Through crumbling gneiss, the acid … Continue reading ‘Reinigeadal, Harris’ and Other Poetry by Peter Hartley