by William Sharp (excerpt)
"My robe is of green,
My crown is of stars—
The grass is the green
And the daisies the stars:
O'er lochan and streamlet
My breath moveth sweet ...
Bonnie blue lochans,
Hillwaters fleet."
Hail the traveler! May blessed turkeys fly her home.
Hail the traveler! May blessed turkeys fly her home.