| MoonbeamsA delicate moonbeam, dancing high, atop | | | | My father's the one i so dearly miss, |
| the star filled sky, | | | | An ache in my heart, at no parting kiss. |
| filters down to crimson brook, where once we use | | | | No special words i so wanted to say, |
| to fly. | | | | Just a numbing ache that wont go away. |
| Where night flight dancing filled the air, a bustling | | | | My mind now roams, on sweet times gone by, |
| brook of fun, | | | | Long forgotten memories,a tear now in my eye. |
| where hearty revelry and feasting time, was had by | | | | My friends all huddled round you, stories being told, |
| everyone.We would dance the night, upon the | | | | You defeating the daleks, or finding the long lost |
| flopper trees, majestic looking frame, | | | | gold. |
| fly the night airs bristling winds, hard task to conquer | | | | The wink you use to give me, as i sat there by |
| and tame. | | | | your side, |
| Spiral into the silent brook, to ride on the mermaids | | | | I,in awe of my father,heart so full of pride. |
| backs, | | | | Now you roam the heavens, free of earthly pain, |
| to swim through reed and lilac, and chase through | | | | Wings aspread, you're flying now in the lords domain. |
| rocky cracks.We would race the lively glow-worm, | | | | A kiss i send now, up to the sky so blue, |
| like the jockeys of long ago, | | | | Catch it dad, tis a kiss with wings for |
| picnic among the josiper plants, swaying to and fro. | | | | you.Scotlandoch, tae walk again, through the winding |
| Till morning dewdrops, filled the air, glistening in the | | | | hills; |
| light, | | | | wae the heather at ma feet. |
| for now was the time of the giants, dare not | | | | jus tae wander roond the glens n lochs, |
| venture into their sight.But alas those times have | | | | or tae climb auld arthurs seat. |
| gone now, no more can we be seen, | | | | tae lose maself in the heady scent, |
| for prying eyes, and modern times, have marred the | | | | o the heather swaying bright. |
| forest sheen. | | | | tae climb the wondrous mountains high, |
| Strange creatures rumble, ripping roots, trees tumble | | | | n gaze doon at that awesome sight. |
| in their wake, | | | | of ma home toons lights a twinkling, |
| upon them ride the human folk, their homes they | | | | like stars in a sea o brine. |
| want to make.So now we live below now, a dark | | | | am hame now wat a feeling, godbless this country o |
| and sombre land, | | | | mine. |
| lost our wings, a flightless life, dark future is at hand. | | | | a country thats a part o me, |
| We wait until the time returns, when we can roam | | | | a place thats proud n grand. |
| the starry sky, | | | | so full o myths n legends, |
| to bask upon the moonbeams, where all the fairy | | | | tis ma bonnie wee scotland.check more poems and |
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| Unseen, unheard, but always near, | | | | clips. |
| Still loved, still missed, still very dear. | | | | |