I would I were where heather grows <br />in purple swathes across the hills. <br />A tonic for the eyes and nose <br /> and crystal clear flow sparkling rills <br /> <br />In purple swathes across the hills <br /> where Golden eagles rule the skies <br /> and crystal clear flow sparkling rills <br />Where only nature’s rule applies. <br /> <br />Where golden eagles rule the skies, <br />they ride the currents of the air <br />where only nature’s rule applies, <br /> My heart is yearning to be there. <br /> <br />They ride the currents of the air <br />patrol the skies in majesty. <br /> My heart is yearning to be there, <br /> There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. <br /> <br />They answer to no mans command <br /> free as the winds on which they ride <br />The ancient guardians of the land. <br />Symbolic of my homelands pride. <br /> <br />I would I were where heather grows <br /> a tonic for the eyes and nose. <br /> <br />15-Mar-07<br /><br />ivor .e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exiles-lament-for-jim-hogg/
