James Fraser Poet Rhyme

Island of Rustic Growth

In a Scottish Loch
There juts an ancient rock
Upon it grows
What natures caught

Firs and spruce
Ferns and gorse
Captured to glory
No fear of remorse

This rock of life
In solitary lone
Gowned by growth
On their island home

The oozing of shades
Rustic to rare
Close your eyes
Think deep and stare

On the mirror surface
Two islands appear
Skeet a stone
Ripples of applause engineer

When the Highland mists down
Covering this place
All what you see
Is nature in full grace




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Caryl Muzzey January 13, 2010 at 11:28 AM The first stanza really caught my eye, the more I read, the more I envisioned its beauty, which you painted so well. Thank you for sharing where I cannot go. I enjoyed the read. Caryl

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 13, 2010 at 10:12 AM It sounds just beautiful, James. My niece is working there in Scotland, somewhere. I hope she photographs some of these beautiful sites. Love to you. Dane Ann

Trudy Diane Rider January 12, 2010 at 3:35 PM You certainly can paint an exotic picture of your homeland Highlander, been catching up and you never cease to amaze me! Thank you also for your recent coments on my work also. ~Tru~

Doris Culverhouse January 9, 2010 at 6:08 PM yes it is a pretty picture poem, thanks for sharing.

Andrea Dietrich January 9, 2010 at 5:00 PM Paints a pretty picture, James. I like when you write about your dear Scotland. luv, andrea

James Peranteau January 9, 2010 at 7:35 AM Splendid visual Mr.Fraser ! I'd love to one day tour the sights you from time to time paint for us here on the soup ! Great poetry ! james

Sara Kendrick January 8, 2010 at 3:57 PM I can see the place when I close my eyes. I can feel the mist as it rises from the loch and I am covered with a shroud of mist. Keep the creative and magical pen flowing. Sara

Tim Ryerson January 8, 2010 at 3:21 PM Beautiful description James!.... I'd like to see that ancient rock someday! - Tim

Mary Meade Stephenson January 8, 2010 at 3:12 PM Sounds like a very beautiful place James....and you paint it well with words. Thanks so much for sharing! Have a superb day~Mary