The Wee Lass

• One night I was out
• It's a place that has a lot of history
• It is in a valley surronded by green hills
• In am small town in Scotland
• In the past it had lots of bettles between the clans and other typles of fights
• The the has a strong Scottish dialects like Gaelic, Doric
• The town is a typical small towns but there is mist  when it comes in you can see anything much at all
• At the local pub you hear great stories of the in in the past and anything what goes on in the town
• One tragic story of a young Lass how died before her time
• She wanted peace because of the violence goings on
• The Lass was so beautiful people said she was a witch and not sent from God
• Her story is tragic like Joan of Ark
• When they told me that I had tears from my eyes
• I am just visiting the wee town
• I was all alone in the wee morning still much darkness and misty
• The wind was a little frightful
• I heard a wee noise
• It was a Lass voice
• I asked her how was she? but didn't answer
• I called out again to her this time she answered me
• It was the same Lass how I  heard the story about
• Why did the wee Lass contact me?
• Because she saw me tear up when I heard her story
• I was shocked, speachless in tears
• The Lass touched my face
• It was weired the ghost has warm hands
• The Lass even has a tear in her eye
• The Lass disappeared when thee mist cleared up
• I was still in much shocked
• She is a saint of the wee town
• The people didn't know that at all
• The lass is a saint Joan
• She is such a pure angel and protecting the town
• The legend is true the little Lass with a big heart she does truly exist
• I have seen her and touched me
• I still have tears from her

This is dedicated to a friend on mine