A Queen Of Beauty Poem by Alan Cooper

To countless countries i have been.
Many's the wonderful sight I've seen.
The Taj Mahal, in moonlight's glow,
Majestic Alps, all crowned with snow'
Seen Pyramids, 'Midst burning sands,
Holding time at bay, in Pharoah's lands.

I've viewed the glories of ancient Rome,
And trod the paths of Jesus' home.
Watched palm-tress, as they gently toss
Their heads, in homage bow, to Southern Cross
Gazed awe-struck, at Northern Lights
Warmed by their beauty on freezing nights.

Yet! Wonderous indeed, as these countries are,
i'll tell you of one, that's better by far.
So fair and so lovely, my pulses race,
When i gaze upon her beloved face.
The exile in dreams, strolls thro' her glens,
And with teary misty eyes, long to gaze on her ferns

Her beautiful islands, beyond compare.
Are priceless tiara, in queenly hair.
The enchanting ports, at the mouth of the Clyde,
Wear their mantles, with regal pride.
Lovely Loch lomond, her sceptre is,
Favoured and blesssed, by nature's kiss.

Her royal purple robes, are heather-clad hills,
Embridered by falls, and gentle rills,
Her golden slippers, are Golspey's Sands.
Beloved by children of many lands.
Her gorgeous dress, truly fit for a Queen.
Is Galloway's pastures, so brilliantly green.

Castles of Stirling, Edinburgh, Balmoral-Buccleuch,
Are the stars, on her garter of royal blue.
The blossom-strewn Clachans, Down Lanark Way,
Are truly a tribute, a fitting bouquet.
To Scotland, this lovely, fair Queen.
No mortal, her equal, has ever seen.