Saturday, August 29, 2026

Silence of the night, Poetic Bloomings

 

Urquhart Castle, Scotland

 

The Urquhart Castle on a hill,

Solemnly bordering Loch Ness.

If after tourists were all gone,

I imagine, I must confess.

 

If I were there all by myself

On a shadowy, moonlit night,

Would my mind be calm and peaceful,

Or filled with nervousness and fright?

 

And would I swim out in the lake,

Where’s said a monster is about?

I’d like to think myself as brave,

but I’m glad I need not find out.

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