Rewrite of my first posted poem New Title "Lovesong for Scotland"
"Lovesong for Scotland" Among the trees where humming bees and the wild, wild rose hangs low, this stranger came from out the West, his kilt and weapons all in tow. O'er Scottish moor, this stranger roams, the tartan and his bagpipe thrown o'er shoulder 'til at Urquhart Church near the Old Beech... Sign in to see full entry.