The air is cold and the wind is strong
Not a tree to see as far as the horizon long
The Scottish highlands have a beauty rarely seen
With Lochs around providing water as a resource in the scene
We had a drink at Rob Roy McGregor's local pub
Near the Loch Lomond road through the land's hub
And they spoke of the lost Roman Legion who couldn't conquer
The Scots in their wild world where the Highlands were an anchor
Then to Fort William to the Whisky store
And onto the Isle of Skye in beauty to implore
There's the Commando Memorial to WW11 heroes
Of the fight against the Nazis who were zeros
Then there's Loch Ness a magnificent fresh water lake
Looking for Nessie the Monster and the wake it makes
The old battlefields against the English stood out
Then back to Glasgow in the evening with memories to tout.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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