Loch Lomond’s Lakeside

An atmospheric climatic haziness
Hovers amidst the open lake
Silence is rhythmically disturbed
As the subtle waves does break

As an undulating rush of ripples oscillate
A gentle ‘Teeter-totter’ laps & agitates

An unhabited mass, a mere millpond
A living lagoon of natural life
Contentment for the ramblers
Escapism from city strife

A self-indulgence of satisfaction
Appreciation for no-man’s land
This Godforsaken place
Boasts an abundance of Great Mother natura at hand

An everlasting serenity
A beautified back o’ beyond
No man on Mother Earth that dwelleth here
Could deny an urge to e’er abscond

Oh hasten ye to Loch Lomond’s lakeside 
Derive pleasure in all it’s glory
A timelessness of fascination
At Scottish Highland’s territory