WN ( / Australia)

The Highland Shepherd

O the hills of purple heather,
And the skies so warm and gray!
O the shimmer of the sea-mist
In the sea-wind far away!
O the calling of the torrent,
Sweeping down Ben Vorlich's side,
And my white flocks faring foldward
In the hush of eventide!

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Well Miss Whitedove, I am sorry to have to read this lovely poem darling, , shame shame..............what a world EH! well kiss HUG from dave xxx