The mountains rise above the town as if to guard it looking down <br />So drab and grey, look so intense, these granite giants are immense. <br />The rainclouds pushing further North, these sweeping greys drift back and forth <br />Mixed with sun and broken blue, what price for this, this princely view? <br /> <br />Swathing through majestic glen, the mighty Spey it winds and bends <br />Its waltzing waters dance along, dappled with the morning sun <br />An air they play if you know how to listenWhilst its rippling waves they glisten <br />And cutting through them trout will rise, rising high to catch the flies. <br /> <br />Anglers gently cast their line as ramblers roam through forests’ pine <br />Cyclists take to country lanes beyond Ruthven Barracks last remains. <br />Where the Bonnie Prince, the Jacobite, had his men rest, a sleepless night <br />That night before Culloden Moor, where Scot fought Scot in Christian War. <br /> <br />Stunning views from all around, accompanied by the sweetest sound <br />The dawn chorus plays as morning breaks, the Highland call for me to wake. <br />Buzzards hang in skies, so still, whilst red deer feed on Highland hill <br />And pheasant with their feathers bright, just seeing them brings sheer delight. <br /> <br />Be on guard and peel your eyes and claim your own Glenbogle prize <br />What is it? You’ll know that when, you see The Monarch Of The Glen. <br />Majestic, standing proud and tall, on rocky crag you’ll hear him call <br />The Stag in all his splendour stands, surveying all that he commands. <br /> <br />From Feshie Bridge to Aviemore and Kingussie to Newtonmore <br />There’s golfing, fishing, riding plus watersports and gliding <br />Or take a walk to Gynack loch, there’s plenty here in Badenoch <br />A picnic here will make your day with views to take your breath away.<br /><br />PAUL COLVIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kingussie/
