These Shores

Written by: James Fraser

By these bonnie banks and these bonnie shores It's where I sit in wonderment adore My humble seat, my rod and myself Fishing the deep cast from a continental shelf This place where I sit is monstrous in size If you could peer to it's depths in amazement you'd sigh Undulations of height traverse it's path Being there millions of years there their to last Every ripple I watch in the hope of a fish In desire it's a monster is every fisherman's wish But it's not just the fishing that captures my desire It's the scenery of beauty, allowing my heart to never tire My brolly I lower, to both hands at my rods helm Splish splashing now ventures, it's pull now overwhelms What have I caught, is it every fisherman's dream No, it's the beauty of being here, so beautiful in extreme <*>