Doon the Watter

I came back home to see the land,
To search for spirit, see the Clan.
Some Clan came by, some Clan we searched.
Had many a night, some mornings cursed.
 
The land rolls on through glen and Loch, through my heart, taking stock.
Saw many a sight, some mutton too,
The hills white dotted, amongst the heather,
Some sun, some cloud, some Scotch mist weather.
 
All in all, a lifetime trip.
Memories ponder of Galloway's and coo’s
Of horse's tails, and castle ruins.
And time spent well with loved ones too.
 
And back I came to the land I live.
Three thousand miles from where I was born.
My life is here with the ones that matter,
But my heart does long for “Doon the Watter”.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Watt Avatar
August 29, 2022 at 7:43 PM
Graham, I had to visit this fun write of the land you and I love, plus my name is in the title! My roots are from there and I was blessed to spend 6 months in bonny Scotland in 1990. I wrote about our shared motherland in "Scottish Hearts Are Singing". Thanks for your visit to my page today ~ John
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August 16, 2021 at 12:29 PM
Great pen Graham, nice to know one who's been 'doon the watter' as I'm still here in Scotland so I take it you're somewhere else now. Take care, Gordon
Devenish Avatar
August 16, 2021 at 7:06 PM
Thank you Gordon. My parents immigrated to Canada when I was 4 but through their encouragement I still have a love of Scotland. Long live the Bruce!
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