Remembering Scotland
Working on the ancient rocks I traveled across Scotland,
on way to Edinburgh I crossed the rolling Highlands,
trailing the serpentine road built on rocks and debris,
fenced by the unbroken lines of birch and pine trees.
Dressed in elegant tartan kilts the enthused bagpipers,
moored at road edge played the captivating Celtic music,
while in the winds blowing with blue mist from the glen
the colors fluttered on the backside pleats of their kilts.
Roaming on the rhythmic undulations of the moor,
the sprinting reindeers framed a splendid sight.
From beneath the shroud of the mystique mist
the legendary monster didn’t appear in the Loch Ness.
I couldn’t have covered the whiskey trail faster,
Scotch gold in dashes of small pegs went to my head,
enticing me to be suffused with the pristine imagery,
and to fondly remember the beauty of Scotland.
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March 17, 2021
Contest : Scotland-One Rule
Sponsor : Julia Ward
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