James Fraser Poet Rhyme

Rugged, Rustic and Beautiful

In the country of the clans
Scenery abounds
Around our cities of old
And our villages and towns

Rugged and rustic
Greens, grays and browns
Adorn our countryside
They are natures gowns

Plants come alive
At the start of spring
New buds appear
Awaiting joys do they bring

In the summer sunshine
They burst into life
Colours so delightful
Radiant and rife

The autumn closes
No longer the colours parade
They are like scenes in a play
Their fading blooms, are summers last serenade

As the temperature falls
And the winter months settle in
We also enjoy it's beauty
Until the spring, springs again

In the country of the clans
In our mountains and glens
Natures seasons delight
Amen

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Andrea Dietrich December 31, 2009 at 5:34 PM Hey, I forget where you are from. Sounds like the British Isles. Nice display of the changing seasons, James!

Mary Meade Stephenson December 27, 2009 at 4:40 PM What glorious scenes you have painted here with words James....sounds so exquisitely beautiful...makes me want to fly over and see all that there is to see in Scotland...and of course Ireland. Maybe one day! Thanks so much for taking me on another journey to your bonnie land! Many thanks too for your taking the time to read my writes and your always kind words ...all is greatly appreciated! Have a gloriously blessed day~Mary

Debbie Guzzi December 26, 2009 at 6:40 AM ahh to be back in Banchory! Light & Love

Linda-Marie Sweetheart December 25, 2009 at 11:41 AM I just felt like running through this beautiful countryside and those glens of your home land... u always take me away to far away lands of beauty with your writings... Soup Mail shortly... hope u are having a bonny Fraser Christmas at your house... I am cooking, cooking, cooking.... for my brood... blessings... luv... Linda-Marie..

Sara Kendrick December 25, 2009 at 5:34 AM Love this one. I can see the spring with the shades of green, blooms of trees then the summer flowers, fall's dying hour, and the dead of winter all stark and cold. Keep the creative and magical pen flowing. Merry Christmas Day. Sara