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Clannach Glen

My prescious love, give me your hand
On a voyage of discovery you understand 
To a place I glimpsed way back when
A wondrous place in Scotland called Clannach Glen.

Is it truly a dream or does it exist
Its forests deep, its meadows sun-kissed
And at its end mighty waterfall
Where forest folk gather and eagles call.

See the meandering river way down there
We shall follow it to the Grandach stair
And then into the Glen so true 
Where I will spend the day with you.

Just close your eyes and here we are
Beside crystal clear waters spreading far
Take my hand and we'll walk along
My heart will truly sing our heartfelt song.

Now look into these eyes of mine
With love-light they do wondrous shine
And from enveloping woods there springs a deer
That walks over to you showing no fear.

Now you have made another friend
The doe will walk with us right to the end
And at the Clannach waterfall she will play
With all who are there upon this day.

The forests ancient, the trees so high
Their heads must reach beyond the sky
And the aroma of ancient pride
Will permeate through this ancient countryside.

We follow the river we reach the stair
The way is steep we do not care
We close our eyes, we open them
And we are truly in the Clannach Glen.

Our friend the doe somehow did descend
She will be with us right at the end
We faintly hear the waters fall
Of Clannach, the mighty waterfall.

And here there is many a hidden glade
Where we may lie without the shade
Where we shall love the whole day through
Beneath an eternal summer blue.

Back through ancient trees to river calm
To waters clear with cooling balm
And through the trees you see an ancient building
With rampant moss and brickwork crumbling.

Now the trees come in with wrath
We can hardly walk our little path
But stolidly we walk along
Still hand in hand as I sing my song.

And now the mighty roar of waters falling
To our very souls these waters calling
And louder they shall roar as we go on
Singing there own triumphant song.

Now laughter from within the ancient trees
Brought to us on the summer breeze
The wood nymphs follow us upon our way
Using ancient tracks where we must not stray.

And now my love we reach the river's bend
The Clannach deafening the words I send
Why do I have to speak at all
Why not just kiss you while the mighty waters fall.

You've been here before I need not go on
You've heard me speak the Clannach song
So now I shall just leave us there
Without a worry or a care.

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  1. Date: 9/16/2013 3:24:00 PM

    I visited the land of Scothland two times from Glasgow Coty up to the highlands..Its a mesmerizing country and even the people are so nice.Your poem describes so well the country's beauty and sprinkles so much serenity..awesome

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 9/17/2013 11:23:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Charmaine, thank you for the comment. We aint so bad in good old Scotland. This Glen is like Brigadoon. Does it even exist? That is for each individual to decide. I for one say yes. It does my heart good to feel there is such a place where i could feel the complete peace and serenity of the soul. Thanks for dropping by. Your friend.....MIKE.