To Sleep Perchance to Dream

by Hellon
(Australia)

Where hills in hues of luscious greens
roll down to winding streams
Where heather sways upon a breeze
to sleep perchance to dream.

Of moors held still in misty morn
eagles squall a lonesome cry
Of towering snow capped mountain peaks
that reach up to the sky.

Where glens meander to the sea
bluebells dance amidst sun beams
Where cattle roam in meadows low
to sleep perchance to dream.

Of murky lochs and castles proud
history forever locked inside
Of legends taught and battles fought
a nation with so much pride.

My homeland many miles away
o'er land and distant shores
but when I sleep perchance to dream
memories take me there once more.