A River of True Blue

This stretch of blue Through my city it runs Under bridges of old And the newest of ones Through a channel of green To the Moray Firth Its idyllic in vista The view is well worth Can you imagine When you sit on its banks The clear fresh air In atmosphere thanks On its bend to its right In contour follow On the hill their stands A view to swallow In red sandstone build This structure of grand Inverness Castle For the Hanoverian stand But Spring times the best Even though, there are buttercups But when the Daffodils bloom They just don't seem enough For the banks turn From greens to yellow As if painted this way By an artist fellow But honestly Soupers I can sit here and tell To be totally honest You have to see it, for yourselves http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/inverness.php