By Lynne Remick
Minstrel of tales
Weaver of woes
through lyric and verse
the truth
how it grows!
Nearby Loch Broom
spinning his poems
cobbling his prose
A juggler of rhyme--
what wit
this bard shows!
By Lynne Remick
He drifted down like Scottish Mist
this Highwayman so bold
A knight in shining armor
Inspired by tales of auld
He met a stately lady
clad in silks of blue and green
The bonniest lass of all the land
walked right into his dreams
She looked deep into his amber eyes,
this man so kind and braw
but her father saw a different man
than the one she saw.
So she refused to waltz with him
upon the heather moor
Based upon his meager station,
she firmly closed the door
Now the highway man, he wanders
waiting for his bride.
He'll never have another
For the sake of love nor pride.
By Katie-Anne
Royal Apparel
Heather
Regally cloaks
Scottish Highland Mountains
Purple hues rule o'er the green moors
Serene
A Loch of Myth
Loch Ness
Foreboding Deep
Black, fathomless beauty
Surrounded in myth and monster
Legends
Capital Protector
Castle
High on the cliff
Protecting her people
Edinburgh's defending fortress
Rises
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