Tall majestic mountains
And the fast flowing streams
These are just memories
That are sometimes in my dreams
Memories of my childhood
Walking through the glens
Looking down upon the heather
That never seems to end
The loch upon the distance
Its water standing still
Mirroring the image of the surrounding hills
Places I remember forget I never will
My heart it lies in Scotland
Even though I’m far away
My ashes will return here
On one of those rare bright Scottish days
30 04 2009
Chellaston
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem