Red Kilt Dreams

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    Red Kilt Dreams

     I have been dreaming of my homeland, thick, lush, and green.

    I hear the sounds of bagpipes to them I haven’t seen.

    I walk in my red kilt with socks high, white, and clean.

    I’m free to dream of things untold, of yester- years where times unfold.

    I see a stoned castle standing tall and firm, with roots that I can not confirm.

    Songs of winds, games of old, tossing up ward trees for gold.

    I have been dreaming of my homeland thick, lush, and green of which only my mind paints the seen.

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    LTSavoy commented on Red Kilt Dreams

    06-29-2009

    okay this one is my favorite. I love the imagery it put forth in my head. I could almost see Scotland. Almost see the highlands. :0) almost see Duncan McCleod of the clan McCleod. if i ever scribble him can i use this literation?
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    DeepRedTiger

    06/29/2009

    YES by all means, it would such an honor!

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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