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Blue Remembered Hills

Blue remembered hills
The hills I have known all my life
The blue hills of Scotland
Blue as the mist that swirls in the glen
Blue as my feelings when you are gone
Blue as my thoughts on a cold rainy day
As I look for the sun to come and play
When I walk in the morning or last thing at night
I remember the hills in that magical light
Blue is the colour, I remember it well
The colour of sea mist as it rolls to the coast
The colour of the sky, its what I miss most
Blue remembered hills

W.J.K.

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I always thought the distant hills looked blue.

Comments

  • nikki harrison
    nikki harrisonabout 6 years ago

    this captures the distant blue hills perfectly.

  • Thanks, nikki,your very kind, cheers

    – papadad

  • webbie
    webbieabout 6 years ago

    My great great grandpaw…was Scottish ,,,George McDowell..are lest it what I was told..All ways wanted to go…But your poem took me there Thank you :) Great job :)

  • I knew you must have Scottish blood running in your veins, good old George McDowell, glad you liked it.

    – papadad

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