An Exile's Lament

by James Wheatley
(Sudbury Suffolk)


Oh! My bonny bonny Scotland
Seems so far awa' frae me,
And it makes me feel so lonely
Wish I could come hame fer tea!

As that feeling comes upon me
I can barely hold a tear,
For my Scotland I'm a thinking
How I wish that you were near.

Yellow broom and purple heather
Flow like rivers in ma heed,
So you know what I'm a dreaming
When at rest upon ma bed.

Soon I will come home to Scotland
She is bonded through ma soul
It's my home; it's where ma heart is,
And together we'll grow old!

JW 2004

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Jan 27, 2010
Great Poem!
by: May

Hi James
Thanks for sharing your lovely moving poem with us, and also for sending the photo.
What is it about us Scots - when we're away from our homeland we get so very homesick. I know many of the visitors to this site will identify with your words.
Many thanks

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