In quiet slumber I went once more to bonnie Scotland, that lovely <br /> land where I was born. To feel again the gentle softness of the <br /> falling rain, like dew that's gathered on the wafting cloud. To <br /> bid the sun farewell and watch the mist creep slowly o'er the <br /> friendly hills. To see the stately weeping willows gently dip to <br /> ripple the cool clear water of the softly flowing burn. <br /> To watch the graceful swans glide by in silent beauty undisturbed <br /> To hear the sweet song of the lovely lark as she soars on high <br /> and recall to mind the mavis and the thrush. <br /> To see again the fields of golden grain and a harvest moon light <br /> the sky like a ball of molten flame. <br /> To tread again in dreams many long-forgotten paths and with <br /> a heart that's feather light, run amongst the bonnie purple <br /> heather. <br /> To once again be one with God and rejoice in the wonders of <br /> Nature and give thanks for the wonderful gift of memory.<br /><br />Edith Dilkes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-81/
