I have been dreaming of my homeland, thick, lush, and green.
I hear the sounds of bagpipes to them I haven’t seen.
I walk in my red kilt with socks high, white, and clean.
I’m free to dream of things untold, of yester- years where times unfold.
I see a stoned castle standing tall and firm, with roots that I can not confirm.
Songs of winds, games of old, tossing up ward trees for gold.
I have been dreaming of my homeland thick, lush, and green of which only my mind paints the seen.
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A short poem about longing to go to Scotland where I was born to be connected with the land.
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