Sons Of Arthur

Loch Awe

Loch of Awe
Loch of Wonder
Loch of inspiration
Stunning sunset, glorious sunrise
Clothed serenely in milk moonlight
And even on a stormy day
With your white horses in disarray
All your temper I would endure
For one brief taste of your water pure
For the heroes on Innishail asleep
And the hidden treasures in your keep
From your beginnings gentle meander
To your majestic exit at the pass of Brander
For the host that abounds in you
And the mountains that surround you
For your wooded banks
And your scarred braes
Loch of Awe I give you praise

Inistrynich Peninsula, Loch Awe

Copyright Hugh McArthur 2005

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