Hills of Heather – v2

A long way from home,
My own home, at least in that time.
Back in the Highlands,
Once walked by my kin
Before they came to this place,
A new start, a new land.
Returning, heading out
From the cities, up, to find peace,
Out into the Highlands
Hills, shades of rust,
Of plum, of heather
In full flower. Heather, that
Set Burns’ pen to writing,
Like the thistle, a part of me,
The lyric within me,
Echoing in my sight,
My own history.


Edited August 19, 2012
“Hills of Heather – v2”
September 7, 2007 22:27
“Hills of Heather”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2007/09/hills-of-heather.html

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