Scotland

As I walked the streets of Scotland I was the tourist from a different land Where the skirts are worn by the man And their ways of life I try to understand. Where golf was invented and so was Peter Pan Also was the birth of whiskey and the Scottish clan Where Jekyll and Hyde had first began And where Robert the Bruce once did stand. As I strolled the streets of Dalkeith I smiled at the Scots that I did meet Their ways of life I found strange, but unique Where the mind is strong and the souls not weak. At the churches I heard the pastors preach Then in the pubs at night more souls they'd teach Religion and salvation is out of no ones reach So they passed another verse and a pint to me. As I roamed the streets of Edinburgh Seeing the castle upon its perch The Poets and authors which I did search While listening to the music and the word. Where the Bard Robert Burns once did work Also the killing fields of Hare and Burke Where the Greyfrairs Bobby once did lurk And also the home of the Presbyterian Kirk. As I walked the streets of Dalkeith I Remembered the lassies that I did meet Then upon the streets of Edinburgh Where my knowledge of poetry was given birth I had walked the streets alone in Scotland Where history and beauty I held its hand Now I am back home in the United States I realize Scotland, she was my destiny and my fate.