Scotland calling.
Scotland Calling.
A land of glens and mountain streams.
Chuckling softly as they flow
A land that haunts the exiles dreams
with memories of long ago.
The dreams they have inherited.
Passed down inside their DNA.
Although some doubts are merited
It seems to be the only way.
We can explain memories
of places we have never seen.
Though scattered through the colonies
It seems embedded in our genes.
Is an urge which prompts us to.
Visit the land our forebears knew.
Saturday,28 August 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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