My Dream Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

when I return home
through the heather I will roam
land where I was born
there will be nay poverty
everyone will be free
no sorrow or tear
only peace will exist here
no terror or fear
wandering through highland dream
like it always should have been
spirits call to me
whisper o'er glens, valleys
distant ancestry
I can feel you in my blood
everywhere I have trod
how I long to touch
your burns, bens, ancient lochs
I miss you so much