My First Trip to Scotland
My first trip to Scotland had to be Loch Ness.
I would be the one to find Nessie.
Cameral ready, I sat for hours that felt like days
Numb bum was setting in,
I had no intentions of moving
The long stretch of glass-like water
Had me spellbound
I knew underneath that dancing light
Nessie might be swimming in the darkness
Waiting to pop up just for me
I wondered how he managed to stay alive so long
Did he have a companion, young ones?
To keep this story alive
The day grew old, the loch became choppy
Creating all kinds of strange images
In my mind’s eye, yet no Nessie
Finally, time for me to move
I would come again tomorrow on my last day
Much the same as yesterday, no Nessie
Time to go home, not too disappointed
That I had not captured this elusive creature
As I had made two very good friends
That I could visit again…