Aye Bonnie Lass Poem by Patrick Guest

Early September the welcoming weather was kindly soft
Twisty roads are so tight to nature the views feel tactile
Green and golden heather was seen in each croft
Our eyes dragged from the vast munros to the glistening burns
Every sight an instant memory
That dilapidated castle kept Himmler
Another stopped the English
Soft brogue, glorious tartans
Smoke stained buildings
A wee dram of dark shimmering amber
How can we possibly tire of this engorged array of vistas?
Aye Robbie, t'is a glorious place