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Come with me to Scotland and we'll sing a Scottish song! We'll lift a mug and shout for joy and our kin can sing along! Come with me to the highlands where the air is fresh and clear! Where the mist and smell of heather evokes a loving tear. Where the moors ask us to linger for just another day! Where the sweet bloom of the Heather takes one's breath away. Let's build a home in Scotland on a hill above the bay and every morn watch the fishing ships as they sail out for the day. Yea, come with me to Scotland! Let's leave our cares behind! For Scotland is my homeland, and it's forever on my mind. Ron Cole March 2009 |
O.K. !!! When does the next ship leave ? Oh never mind, couldn"t afford it anyway, Plus my wife is afraid of boats,so I will read your poem, again and again, it takes the breath away. What a picture perfect vacation this would be. | Posted on 2011-04-28 00:00:00 | by DUSTYTU | [ Reply to This ] | Just had to leave another note on this one...since I have now been back in Bonnie Scotland over year! | It really is as beautiful as you describe. the air is crisp and clear, the birds are literally singing all hours lol I have a flat with an ocean view. i can see the harbour from my windows, the lighthouse, the fishing boats coming in, going out...the sounds off the foghorns, altho kinda eerie late at night, somehow sound beautiful too. Love your poems about Scotland, Ron...you have it down perfectly!! xx | Posted on 2010-07-15 00:00:00 | by whirl | [ Reply to This ] | irish? its very nostalgic, gives the reader imagery as their reading this.. i love it | jackz | Posted on 2009-06-18 00:00:00 | by jackz | [ Reply to This ] | You got a response with this one, eh? The thing is, most of the Scots are not in Scotland any more. There isn't enough Scotland to go round. If all the Scots went to Scotland, it would sink. We need even more poems about Scotland! | | Posted on 2009-06-16 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ] | good job ron. | your friend will be pleased that you marked his presence and then lack of it... he is fortunate to be going home. regardless of where that might be. too many exclams for me mate and whilst i know implicitly why they are in there, they strike me as redundant in the main. Come with me to Scotland and we'll sing a Scottish song. We'll lift a mug and shout for joy and our kin can sing along! Come with me to the Highlands where the air is fresh and clear; Where mist and the smell of heather evoke a wistful tear. Where the moors ask us to linger for just another day; And the sweet bloom of the Heather Simply take one's breath away. Let's build a home in Scotland on a hill above the bay and every morn watch fishing ships set sail sail across the bay. Yes come with me to Scotland. Let's leave our cares behind. For Scotland is my homeland and it's always on my mind. I'm half jock ron and i get where you're coming from. Take it easy mate, k | Posted on 2009-05-31 00:00:00 | by Awkward | [ Reply to This ] | I'll definately go with you Scotland. | I love this so much, it has so much imagery. I'll be there in September for School and I really really hope its as beautiful as you described | Posted on 2009-05-06 00:00:00 | by atonement | [ Reply to This ] | | ![]() Cheers for that ! J | Posted on 2009-04-16 00:00:00 | by Alter idem | [ Reply to This ] | awsome writing , damn!! , i feel that energy from you , it's melody and I'm singing it , great job , the imagery is off the charts , keep it up | | Posted on 2009-04-13 00:00:00 | by JoJoCrab | [ Reply to This ] | This is wonderful, as are all your poems with a lick of Scot in it lol | you paint the picture perfectly, Ron. I am so thrilled to be heading north! this poem has me feeling even more impatient for the move. thank you for posting this one...you know I love it!!! xxxx | Posted on 2009-04-07 00:00:00 | by whirl | [ Reply to This ] | Indeed Ron, you have done the bonnie land much justice, with your very good write. | Frank. | Posted on 2009-04-03 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ] | Scottish Souls | Come home with me to Scotland there we'll sing a Scottish song; lift our hearts and shout in joy for our kinsman to sing along. Come with me to the highlands where the bluebells ring all clear! There in the mist a smell of heather floods your soul, evoking lovely tears. Scotland’s moors may beg you to linger just another day, the moors hold you dear; here the sweet fragrance of Scotland lingers to fill one’s yearning of bagpipes and dreams. And if you find a home in Scotland one day on a hill above the bay its heaven on earth each and everyday to watch fishing boats as they sail out for the catch of the day. Return back home to sweet Scotland and leave your cares far, far behind; Scotland is your heart’s homeland calling to each lost Scottish soul. Edit by poe | Posted on 2009-04-03 00:00:00 | by poetotoe | [ Reply to This ] | | | Posted on 2009-04-02 00:00:00 | by poetotoe | [ Reply to This ] | Scotland is a gorgeous place to visit---one of my favorites! Thanks for sharing this little peek at its many wonders. Lovely poem, Ron! Sharon | | Posted on 2009-04-02 00:00:00 | by Peggy Paris | [ Reply to This ] | aww | very nostalgic. I like this poem and the imagery. Gives you a real picture of Scotland. And sort of makes me want to visit it too! | Posted on 2009-04-01 00:00:00 | by Sonson888 | [ Reply to This ] | |