The Strange, Elusive Loch Ness
He was seen in a fog of velvet,
And clothed in mists of satin.
His life the stuff of legends.
A dweller of enchanted waters!
His beginning had not a future,
Yet his past was without end,
Though steeped in the unknown-
Deep in the soul of Loch Ness,
And famed far beyond Scotland!
Witness of the sunrises of old,
Whose travels are so solitaire.
Mysterious, dusky, fabled giant.
Heart of folklore-noble Scot!
And Creature without any name.
Will our children speak of him,
Someplace, in some future time?
Shall this never be explained:
Who is he? And where is he going?
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