My Bonnie Lassie
Posted: Wednesday, April 01, 2009
by David Pekrul
She's a bonny of a lassie,
With her love I am consumed,
She is standing in the valley,
Where the purple heather blooms.I can see her from the mountain,
As I'm marching off to war,
For the bagpipes they are playing,
Is a sound I can't ignore.
Though I really want to stay,
But my country says it needs me,
So I have to go away.
Will she be there on the morrow,
When from battles I return?
Will she welcome me with gladness,
From the fields of my sojourn?
If I die before returning,
Send a message to my love,
I will see her in the valley,
As I look down from above.
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)Beautiful! I still enjoy reading your poetry.Thanks, Lorrie.I'm glad you're still enjoying my poems and hope you continue to do so.Thanks so much for reading them.
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