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My Scottish Dream ©

Sonja Nic Rafferty

Bavarian music from the radio.
I switch it off? Only accept Runrig
Or bagpipes - just listen to my CD's.
Meanwhile marking pupil's work,
And feel the chains that keep me back
From my Scottish dream.

I view old Germany's roary oaks
Outside of my attic window.
Cleaning it to run a home,
But remember the giant eucalyptus tree,
In the botanical gardens near Ullapool,
At the Highland coast - last summer.
I would like to join the birds of passage
For my Scottish dream.

My cup of coffee I drink black,
Having my Saturday morning break,
And taste the single Highland malt,
Once I got for Christmas - finest whisky.
On my tongue - each drop a memory,
Always driven by a crystal spring,
To my Scottish dream.

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