Highlander

He stood overlooking the vast Scottish landscape 

The loch, a stormy grey that reflects the sky.  

The misting rain mutes the colors of his wool coat and tartan kilt. 

The sweeping green valley shows the beauty of the country. 

The clansman stands at attention watching 

As if guarding over the beginnings of the new town below  

And the foundation of a castle made from pale green Scottish stones.  

He wonders what the new town on the edge of Loch Fyne will become. 

I watch as he fades from view, 

As I look over the side of the mountain we have just climbed.  

I hear bagpipes 

And feel the presence of my ancestors behind me  

As I look out over a centuries old town and a finished castle.