Edinburgh

High above the city I sit and gaze.
I see the castle strong and grim;
The stately spires so tall and prim;
And far away through mist and haze
The sea gleams like a sheet of gold!
Upon a hill a ruin stands
Like a Greek Acropolis, which wands

Edinburgh

Have magiced from a Grecian mould.
Minarets and towers and age-old walls
Inside which many a tale is told
Of Scottish warriors, brave and bold;
Sometimes a whispered cry from Mary calls-
But today the pipers proudly play
For Edinburgh's Festival is in full sway.


Sheila Jakobsson