Loch’s Constancy
What is this Princess of water?
Sparkling in her bejewelled gown
Just a Loch of Mother Nature’s daughter
Flowing from the father down
Rippled black shades and wraths
That touch like a feather stroke
Bristle the lake
Under a swallows fledge
Yet undisturbed the currents stoke
Stirring up the cauldron valley
In between mountain sides
That once cut by ice rivers rally
Now they rest to the sea’s abide
See the Princess in her parade
Pass along the mountain streets
Now the Glen is green with envy
An audience of trees
Stand to applaud the bride
There she goes to the sea to Marry
Rivers must meet, the union be tied
All water wives will obey
Neptune’s rule
He sends them forth then draws them back
With the tide
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