My Homeland Poem by Jim O'Donnell

When your hearts in the mountains
And your feet in the glen
I will return to Scotland
But I don’t know just when

I have been gone twenty-nine years
And try to return at least once a year
Heading northward from the south
Leaving behind the mad rushing crowed

The land is majestically rising up into the cloud
The highlands are calling
I’m feeling so proud
Back to were my life first began

Into the glens were I camped as a lad
And used to go fishing with my old dad
Standing by that babbling brook
I always remember the first trout that I hooked

The mountains I climbed with snow on the top
When I stood looking downward oh what a drop
The glen it spreads out far below
No sign of people just a pictures show

The heather is blooming that’s sweet peaty smell
The forested mountains I remember so well
The lochs full of water so crystal clear
To see that stag standing so near

His silhouette as the suns going down
Standing proud in the fading light
Now that we go into the darkness of night
So many star shine up above
This is the Scotland that I love


29 07 2009
Chellaston