As a highland waterfall <br />fell, cascading clean and pure <br />he hurtled out of the glen <br />lone rider; without his men. <br /> <br />Astride a silver charger <br />ride on -on to kingdom come <br />'C'est le roi des écossais! ' <br />Restored to his rightful place. <br /> <br />Knight of honor, brave and true <br />for how could I forget you? <br />Noble, t'was magnificence <br />walking the way of Wallace. <br /> <br />Once enfolded and engulfed <br />cleansed by fathomless torrents, <br />awoke; touched that golden head <br />'take care' I simply said <br /> <br />But he was gone. <br /> <br />November 2008 <br /> <br />In memory of Sir David R Ross <br />1958 - 2010<br /><br />Gillian.E. Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/j-le-chevalier-d-cosse-a-jacobite-poem/
