Visited Scotland Poem by Randy McClave

The coldest winter that ever touched my hand,
Was the summer that I arrived in Scotland.

The only time that my manhood ever did wilt,
Was the time that I wore myself a Scottish kilt.

The scariest food that I have ever ate,
Was when I dined on Haggis, with a mate.

The only time my soul was full of strife,
Was when a Scottish woman became my wife.

The most beautiful land that I've ever been in,
It was Scotland, and I can't wait to return again.

Randy L. McClave