Storm Over the Glen

Through my living room window I see the most beautiful glen With granites of grey Towering up to a Ben Greened spreads of heather Purples and white Amidst an ocean of green A most wonderful sight Forested slopes Carpet the glens sides Whilst a sparkling river Centers the great divide I look to the skies As they turn battleship grey An impending storm Is heading my way It looks like the glen Is in for one hell of a night The last storm we had Was an explosive delight Fork lightening, thunder Obscured by clouds One follows the other Arcing out loud I await the winds And the vertical rains Lashing with force Against my cottage panes Suddenly, theres a massive roar More powerful than i have heard before A sheet of lightening lit up the sky Capturing the Ben of granite high This man of old, caught in silhouette Standing guard over his beautiful glen This icon, this keeper of the Saltire Blue Stands tall and proud like Highland men Hours pass as i look on in awe From my cottage window through the rain laiden panes The power of nature in many scenes Drums and a light show washed down with champagne http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php