Best Heathers Poems

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I was a broken man, down on my knees       ...

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Toddlers' Exploration: 

Cardboard drum and a thunderous beast
With playful roars in tiny fists and feasts.
Fleeting wings glide to dreams just out of reach
Soaring through tales...

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My door is open
I welcome you
To my Highland lands
Off heathers and hue
 
Cross the bridge
Of centuries old
To my castle of grey
In it's regal fold
 
Stand...

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Fingers of light pierced the clouds caressing the moors
with life giving warmth, purples, browns and greens of
heathers mingled, blended, in a union of beauty. Yellow
of...

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The Highlands, our Kingdom, our many Lochs and Glens
Our beauty woos fair maidens to be at the side of Highland men
Their futures to be part...

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Deck the Yuletide Halls

Winter’s bounty of floral beauty ever blooms through snowy nights
 Even when nature wears a mantle bold stitched of frosty weather
 ...

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"without a care in the world the Grouse freely roam"

A quiet hush abounds amidst the scenic Highland Glens
Whilst saltire skies above silhouette a Golden Eagle...

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Santa had an helper called Heather
and 4 little elf manager helpers
She told them to be nice
and give lots of advice
so all us call takers work...

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PRINCESS DIANA POEMS

Fairest Diana: an Epitaph for Princess Diana
by Michael R. Burch

Fairest Diana, princess of dreams,
born to be loved and yet distant and lone,
why did...

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Winter
by Michael R. Burch

The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.

The lilac of...

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Sweet Rose of Virtue
by William Dunbar (c. 1460-1530)
loose translation/modernization/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

after William Dunbar

Sweet rose of virtue and of gentleness,
delightful lily of youthful wantonness,
richest...

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A new day awakens in a bonnie Scottish Glen
As I await the morning sunshine peeking over the Ben
Standing at the door of my centuries old...

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I await the first light of Dawn,
preening and primping my feathers.
And prepare to catch a thermal
as I soar above the heathers.

A red sun sears the...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily...

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All that does encompass bespeaks wonder in everything
bubbling brooks and waterfalls does your glory ring
terrestrial and celestial ever fill our eyes with seeing
how can not...

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