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Array ( [sid] => 116299 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Home [time] => 2006-03-12 17:44:49 [hometext] => Dedicated to the country of my birth, Scotland.............-Let me take you there for a moment. [bodytext] => I watch as the mists roll in from the loch
and I taste the salty moisture on my lips,
the taste of home.
And the hills that surround me, go on forever, touching the horizon.
their summits hidden by the low lying clouds.
The morning sun burns the mist away,
like a veil being removed,
I am in awe as it reveals a splendor of purple heather blanketing the hillside.
it's scent an intoxicating perfume of sea and wind.
I follow a path well worn by my ancestors,
and I approach the standing stones.
I can picture in my mind the druids dancing in their midst,
welcoming the summer solstice,
and I smile to myself thinking how I would have joined in,
in wild abandon.
So much history,
breathtaking in it's rugged beauty,
yet so many wars waged here for king and country.
And if this land had a voice,
it would tell an endless tale of Celts, vikings and knights of yore.
the long ago battles between the thistle and the rose,
and days of chivalry and honour.
I reach my destination,
and I sit on the ragged edge of the cliff
and watch as the waves pound against the shore,
as it has done since time began.
And I think to myself,
this is where I belong,
this is home.

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Contributed by thesinner on Sunday, 12th March 2006 @ 05:44:49 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

I watch as the mists roll in from the loch
and I taste the salty moisture on my lips,
the taste of home.
And the hills that surround me, go on forever, touching the horizon.
their summits hidden by the low lying clouds.
The morning sun burns the mist away,
like a veil being removed,
I am in awe as it reveals a splendor of purple heather blanketing the hillside.
it's scent an intoxicating perfume of sea and wind.
I follow a path well worn by my ancestors,
and I approach the standing stones.
I can picture in my mind the druids dancing in their midst,
welcoming the summer solstice,
and I smile to myself thinking how I would have joined in,
in wild abandon.
So much history,
breathtaking in it's rugged beauty,
yet so many wars waged here for king and country.
And if this land had a voice,
it would tell an endless tale of Celts, vikings and knights of yore.
the long ago battles between the thistle and the rose,
and days of chivalry and honour.
I reach my destination,
and I sit on the ragged edge of the cliff
and watch as the waves pound against the shore,
as it has done since time began.
And I think to myself,
this is where I belong,
this is home.

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Re: Home (User Rating: 1 )
by dougnut on Sunday, 12th March 2006 @ 06:42:28 PM AEST
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Great Read great expresion took me on a short journey

great poetry i realy lkied it. Thanks for sharing.

Dougnut

Re: Home (User Rating: 1 )
by NoSaint on Sunday, 12th March 2006 @ 09:19:20 PM AEST
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wonderful imagery I can picture it all so clearly...can see the heather waving in the wind.

NS

Re: Home (User Rating: 1 )
by Vampirequeen on Sunday, 12th March 2006 @ 11:24:20 PM AEST
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Sounds beautiful
thanks for sharing this with us.

:)

Re: Home (User Rating: 1 )
by ButchHoward on Monday, 13th March 2006 @ 03:23:06 PM AEST
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You have given us a wonderful taste of Scotland. The poem flows nicely and makes me want to walk to the "ragged edge of the cliff," sit for a while and ponder this place, so steeped in history. My wife, a descendant of William Wallace, will love this one.
Butch

Re: Home (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 13th March 2006 @ 11:21:41 PM AEST
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Home is truly where the heart is this is beautiful what's not 2 love about our birth place. Genuinely a most captivating work exquisitly presented and heart felt. Thank u 4 sharing this lovely exsperience.

Ben

Re: Home (User Rating: 1 )
by eggflipper on Wednesday, 15th March 2006 @ 07:44:09 PM AEST
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wonderfully written. I wish I could go with you. You paint with words with a precise pen.

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