Clach Bheinn (Lochgoilhead)

In the land of Lochgoilhead, so grand, Stands a hill, oh so tall and grand. Clach Bheinn is its name, you see, A majestic sight for you and me. With its peak reaching up so high, In the Arrochar Alps, it touches the sky. At four hundred forty-one meters tall, It's a hill that stands above them all. Oh, Clach Bheinn, with your rocky face, A place where nature finds its grace. With heather and moss, so green and bright, You're a haven for creatures day and night. As we climb your slopes, step by step, We'll see the wonders nature has kept. The birds will sing their sweetest song, As we journey on, all day long. So let's explore Clach Bheinn, my friend, From beginning to end, we'll ascend. With every step, we'll learn and play, In this magical place, we'll spend our day. Random page: MDC600