"Loch Lomond" by Horatio McCulloch‘On Loch Lomond, On A Birthday’ by J. David Graham The Society November 2, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 1 Comment Just west of old Ben Lomond, high and gray, a downy-heathered island on a loch did soak our feet before we rowed away for western shores, to find a little dock in Luss. A pot of tea to warm our bones, and meat pies, piping hot, our stomachs fill. Through graveyards did we walk, under the stones arched high, where crossbones warn all men of ill. Then we betook ourselves ‘neath early stars and setting sun to bonny Balmaha where on the bank the ladies had begun to sing Loch Lomond’s Banks; thus, filled with awe, we sat and listened to the last refrain echoing out o’er Lomond’s glassy plain. J. David Graham lives with his wife and son in Charleston. As a student, he studies Classics and Creative Writing. He is also the poetry editor at Adversus Press, a magazine of Christian literature. Related Post ‘The Old Westerns’ and Other Poetry by Linda Imb... The Old Westerns No more heroes on horses named Trigger No more rugged, chapped, white hatted figures The bad guys today do not always wear... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response NeoOvid33 November 2, 2017 I love how I participate in this sonnet. Your verse and choice of words apt. The high part for me was: A pot of tea to warm our bones, and meat pies, piping hot, our stomachs fill. Through graveyards did we walk, under the stones arched high, where crossbones warn all men of ill. Well done. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.