Saturday, March 21, 2015



Valleys of water
And I walked in clouds of rain
Remember beaches of jewels
On the island of Iona
I was put in a kilt
Became once again
A member of the clan
I ate your haggis
With a glass of brew
Scotland, Celtic, Edinburgh
Saw Connery play an eagle
It might have been a birdy too
Why is it
That I hear you call
From far away hills in the north
Your mysterious light
Alba land
Bagpipe strand
Warriors abound
Where strength is found

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