across the loch into the glen
settling low on hillside heather
the morning mists moisten his eyes
brush his heart like snow white feather
this love he knows
will never go
leaving Scotland forever
across one more majestic bridge
into the sleeping city centre
soft drizzle falls like angels’ tears
a fitting start to this adventure
his doubt he knows
will never go
leaving Scotland forever
and she looks from a window there
with no more words to say
she too breaks slowly from within
as she sadly turns away
the lowlands pass beneath him now
the rolling hills abandoned
the verdant slopes are dull and grey
with sorrow and with chagrin
this ache he knows
will never go
leaving Scotland forever
Click here to hear this poem put to music by my California-based friend and musician extraordinaire Kris Anderson, who has captured quite brilliantly both the mood of the poem and the heart-beat of Scotland:
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Beautiful!
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Marvelous!
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Thank you.
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That is “quite” lovely, in all seriousness. Are you going to publish your songs? In spite of being a Yankee, i do love Irish/Scottish tunes.
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If you have a publisher, Susan, I have the songs!
Glad you enjoyed,
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I liked the description “hillside heather.” Such a sad poem/song captured by phrases like “soft drizzle falls like angels’ tears,” and “this ache he knows / will never go.” Sad but beautiful piece.
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Thank you, Mandie, I am happy that the mood of the words communicated what I hoped they would.
As always, your kind comments are much appreciated.
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What a lovely collaboration!
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Thanks, Dale, I will pass on to Kris
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