The glistening dew on the loch doth lie,
Shimmering diamonds in mid-July.
Gazing into the placid waters still,
I caught a view from upon a nearby hill.
Standing silent in the grass so green,
I knelt beside a tall white tree.
Off in the distance I watched moving cattle,
Crossing the bridge to the Urquhart Castle.
I turned my attention back to the luminous loch,
Then got on my feet and began to walk.
The gentle wind flowing through my hair,
Also carried evening crosbeaks throughout the air.
Easing my way to the water’s edge in shock,
I saw something large swimming inside the loch.
It had the heavy body of a dragon,
With a long neck and head protruding from the basin.
It made its way around the shore then crept
Into the deeper waters’ cooler depths.
I stood for a moment amazed,
Unable to move and almost in a daze.
What hath my eyes beheld?
A monstrous creature sent up from Hell?
I turned to make my way back into town,
Where talk of a beast named, “Nessie,” was soaring around.
At that moment I heard the story and knew,
That the Legend of the Loch was completely true .