An Iron-age fort of settled Picts responding to the Romans?
It’s hard to see that history or telescopic omens!
Yet etched upon volcanic rock and bolted to its structure
The Apex of the Royal Mile can still inspire deducture!
King Malcolm and his English Bride were said to worship here
That Saintly Margaret’s washing feat as Malcolm washed out fear
Commanding Scots, commanding views, commanded by this good
This regal, army stronghold stands above the Holy Rood.
And nestled in the powers of State and feudal, Chieftan might
The Chapel David first built up to echo Mother’s Right
To live and worship and to serve and ever make things better
To stand for might and light and right from dawn, this grey stone debtor.
Of gratitude for shelter and for banquet food and wine
It owes us its allegiance, while it thinks I owe it mine.
Through frost and snow, through rain and hail
Both soul and heart it warms;
It stands the test of many years, it weathers many storms.
What lessons can we learn from gazing fondly at this rock?
What message from the past few years to measure and take stock?
Aspire to build your Castle for your family and your friends
With Principles and Common Sense and all the love God sends.
Protect the many people there who build Homes and surround
from Arthur’s Seat to whisps of hops, Leith waters all around.
And looking-up in sunset there arises one more notion
Defend with Scots and Englishmen and rule with wise devotion.