The Castle
In the mist of the Scottish countryside
Where clouds touch the lofty hills
Stands a castle on a shores edge
Rocks and mortar laid by hand
Cobblestone pathway over the bridge
Centuries of footsteps preceded
Once kings and nobles walked in grace
Now is only one persons place
Out upon the Loch winter would arrive
Cold wind and frozen ice gather
The castle walls would keep out the frost
In spring ice would jam up against the rock
As early heather blooms upon the rocky shore
Winter gathered it's coat of white
As crocus and tulips now grasp the sun
Summer's new grass shoots come alive
To the rhythm of the soft warm winds
The seasons come and the seasons go
In all weather the castle remains firm
A landmark for centuries will stand
This castle made to withstand the test of time.
4/19/14
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