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BALTERSAN CASTLE
Caisteal Baltersan
In shadowed Ayrshire, where the tempest sighs,
Stands Baltersan Castle 'neath the brooding skies.
Ancient stones, draped in the veil of despair,
Whisper secrets of sorrow in the chilling air.
A specter of grandeur, its turrets reach high,
Beneath the pallid moon, like a ghostly sigh.
The winds weave their mournful, melodic lament,
As echoes of lost souls in the twilight are spent.
Ivy-clad ruins, where time’s fingers trace,
The remnants of laughter, now lost in this place.
Yet, in the stillness, a haunting allure,
In Baltersan's shadows, the heart finds its cure.
The Laird of Baltersan
Baltersan is a stately fine house with gardens, orchards, parks and woods about it...
SAVING
THE PAST
embracing
THE FUTURE
Four hundred years, a silent sentinel, Its stones have weathered, time's relentless swell. A derelict husk, where shadows creep and hide, A forgotten relic, of a bygone pride.
Yet, hope flickers, a spark ignites anew, A second life for Baltersan to pursue. No longer haunted by the past's cold hand, A beacon it shall rise, throughout the land.
A haven for the arts, a stage for song, Where Scottish treasures, proudly shall belong. A symbol of resilience, a testament to grace, As Baltersan reclaims its rightful place.
An allegory unfolds, a sign, a clue, A stranger's hand, to bring Baltersan through.
So let us join this venture, hand in hand, To restore this castle, throughout the land. A beacon of the arts, a Scottish pride, Where history and hope, forever intertwined.
Dè nì sinn?
What we will do?
