“The Dappled Glen”, with Autumn hues,
Disguises many hidden views:
Loch Affric, near Loch Ness
Reflected skies, self-planted trees;
The wildly Highland August breeze
Of warmth and prettiness.
The patterned clouds the sun pokes through
To give each wandering mistral due
And every breath of life will tease
The artist on his hands and knees
To capture and confess.
And like a Nature Trail with clues
Rotating all the greens and blues
Glen Affric with such golden keys
The browns and reds of birds and bees
And yellow-striped distress.
For milk and honey flow with news
That pleated kilts and tartan trews
Will travel and depress.
The local Highland ways and seize
These beauty spots if they should please
The public, more or less.
Such secret places mould and fuse
Our world so people cannot loose
Their site of wilderness.