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
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