Tuesday, May 1, 2012

I’ve Never Seen A Moor

    I’ve never seen a moor.
    I’ve never worn a kilt.
    I’ve never been to Scotland.
    But Blair is my family name
    And Blair and Scotland are the same.
    So when I hear the bagpipes wail
    There in my mind seems a memory
    Of running through the rugged heath
    Down into a misty vale,
    A long sword in my strong right hand,
    Bent on slaying the foe beneath,
    Then standing on a windy tor,
    Mourning kinsmen, torn by woe.
©2002 John I. Blair

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