• Lochinvar

    Friday, July 5, 2013

    There are days of wild.

    The one with a sword constant as the twinkle in the brown of his eye.

    And a shield that stays at his side by day and bed by night.

    That felted crown tells of his warrior stock, a story brewed deep in the core of my boy.

     Proud, True and Royal

     My Lochinvar

     Even the poet knew.

    O Young Lochinvar is come out of the west,

    So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,

    There never was a knight like the young Lochinvar.
    Sir.Walter Scott