Homeland
Rolling hills of rock and heather
Narrow roads and cold crisp weather
Sunrays through a rain cloud sky
Rivers roll where eagles fly
Sweet smells waft in open places
Natures gifts the good lord graces
Snowtop mountains, seas of green
I close my eyes, these things I’ve seen
So far from me this place can seem
But always with me when I dream
Charlie Milne 2008
Copyright © Charlie Milne | Year Posted 2008
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