The wind is blowing on my face

With my imagination, now in place,

A guiding star high above

I can walk the land I love.

The weather I can change at will

I only have to use a quill,

The golden rule as I recall

Justice now, for one and all.

The mist will fall right on cue

The mountains wrapped in morning dew,

Down in the glen a running stream

Waterfalls reflects moon beams.

High up in the mountains tall

Wild deer, I can hear them call.

Beech trees where in peaceful rest

Red squirrels build and tend their nests,

I can walk across the moor

There is no place that I love more,

Out where the Grouse tend to call

Right on cue the rain will fall.

The rain will then turn to snow

My face is red and all aglow,

The countryside transformed at will

A cottage garden high on a hill.

The wind still blowing on my face

With my imagination, still in place,

A guiding star still high above

I can walk the land I love.
 

SHARE YOUR TIME
By
Ian McCrae J.P.

In a little white washed cottage
On a hill so far away
There is a mother waiting
To hear from you today.

She keeps the kettle boiling
Prepares your room with care,
Her watchful eyes are dim
Her face shows wear and tear.

The winter winds are howling
The glens are filled with sow,
Alone she waits in silence
Her hopes are all aglow.

Winter fades, then springtime
The sun is warm and bright,
Snowdrops and the wild geese came
Did you forget to write?

The pathway to her post box
Is worn deep with wear,
A mothers love is constant
Take the time to share.

One morning in the autumn
In her twilight years,
God touched her hand and with a smile
Ended all her fears.

The pathway to her post box
Has long since disappeared,
Her memory lingers on
With love and sometimes tears.

A Lullaby

By
Ian McCrae J.P.

My daydreams talk me homeward
Where green hills touch the sky,
Where mother nature sings
A golden lullaby.

An Eagle flying overhead
 Surveying his domain,
Wild Geese in formation
Returning home again.

It's dream time when
 The shadows fall,
When I hear
 The barn Owl's call.

I snuggle up with memories
 And wonder off to sleep,
I dream about my homeland
The land of black face, sheep.

Mother nature breathes
A swath across the sky
I often hear her singing
A golden lullaby.
 

Brown Autumn Leaves
By
Ian McCrae J.P.

Where are all the wild birds
I was just a boy.
I still hear them singing
They filled my heart with joy.

The mountains all around me
Were shouting out with glee
The wild seas are still roaring
Do you remember me?

In times gone by
We all sang together,
Our music I thought
Would last forever.

Summer then autumn
With brown leaves of gold.
All of our friends
Has now grown old.

The wild brides are still singing,
Their voices are so dime.
The mountains around me
In silence they cling.

Tomorrow is a new day
It is springtime once more,
The wild birds are nesting
Along the rocky shore.

The mountains around me
Are signing out with glee,
The wild birds they continue,
To, sing their songs for me.

From My Bedroom Window
by
Ian McCrae J.P.

Out of my bedroom window
I watch the sea and sand,
The fragile beauty of the shore
Untouched by human hand.

The sounds of crashing waves
Along the rocky shore,
Echoes in my memory
A sound that I adore.

The hidden caves are filled
With mysteries from the sea,
A thousand years of Shipwrecks
Lie buried in the lee.

Looking out beyond the crags
The coastlines white with foam,
The arctic winds send secret sounds
Wherever natives roam.

Although it's in my memory,
And we are far apart,
A seashell held against my ear,
Lifts my weary heart.

I know my bedroom window
Is so far away.
The wind stills call it's secret sound
Every single day.
 
 

Scotland Forever

 By

   Ian McCrae J.P.

Three hundred years behind us
Now the way is clear,
I am, what I am
We will stand up and cheer.

Our Celtic background guides us
Through troubled days of yore,
The Stone of Scone and legend
Will remain forever more.

Our ancestries walk beside us
Today and all our lives,
Hand in hand together
We all shared the strife.

The key to our future
lies deep within our past
from our forefathers
We all know the dye is cast

From the crofters cottage to city hall
The Celtic power reigns,
The guardians of tradition
Is with us once again

Clansmen all together
Living worlds apart.,
Carry our traditions
Deep within their heart

The power within our Celtic race
Holds us all together.
We can write across the sky
Scotland "now" forever.
 
 
 

Homeward Bound

 By Ian McCrae J.P.

I'll be with you in the springtime

 I'll be there until the fall,

 I'll watch the wild flowers blooming

I hear my homeland call.

 I'll walk the rugged pathways

 All around the bay,

 Seagulls flying overhead

As if to show the way.

There will be time to reminiscing

Wild roses in full bloom,

Primroses in your garden

I can't be home too soon.

Blackberries on my fingers

I can't recall just when,

Dew drops on the roses

I'll pick one for my friend.

The mountains in the background

Are calling out my name,

Dressed up in all their splendor

Enticing me again.

I'll watch the seasons change

Brown autumn leaves will fall,

I'll be with you in the springtime

We will, all, have, a ball.

 As my thoughts wonder homeward

From far across the sea,

The Heather hills are waiting

Just to welcome me.

I'll be with you in the springtime

I'll be there until the fall,

I'll watch the wild flowers blooming

I hear my homeland call.

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