James Howden - Scotland

och, tae walk again, through the winding hills;
wae the heather at ma feet.
jus tae wander roond the glens n lochs,
or tae climb auld arthurs seat.
tae lose maself in the heady scent,
o the heather swaying bright.
tae climb the wondrous mountains high,
n gaze doon at that awesome sight.
of ma home toons lights a twinkling,
like stars in a sea o brine.
am hame now wat a feeling, godbless this country o mine.
a country thats a part o me,
a place thats proud n grand.
so full o myths n legends,
tis ma bonnie wee scotland.

James Howden

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