High on a wintry hill

Shenavall, near Dundonnell
The Bothy
High on the Fain*, they call it Shenavalla strong built refuge keeping folk from harmand they who came though distant now, recallthat lonely bothy, shelter from life's storm
Those thinking still of lovely Wester-Rossmay dream of this, their Highland wilderness,remembering challenges of summers pastthe taste of failure, feel of sweet success.And striding out the long and stony waysperhaps in dreams may think to know againthe muddy glory of those summer days,come back to face the wind, the sun, the rain.
As winter comes in snow upon the hilland weakly sun shines there's an eagle's callthat echoes rock to rock when all is still,who knows, to those who came by Shenavall.

*'Fain' (literal) is the gaelic for 'barren place'.