Where I’ll Be Poem by Mark (Owen) Williams

Where the cold Atlantic wind,
Meets the shores of proud Dundee,
Through the storm, the sunlight beams,
In those rays that’s where I’ll be.

I’ll be where death gives its way,
To the joy of peace once more,
And gentle waves do now glisten,
Ever patient by the shore.

Sadden not my friends, I live,
In your hearts, your minds and souls,
Don’t curse the past – forgive,
Move ever onward to the goal.

Scotland’s shore is such a welcome,
For my soul now hungers rest,
Highland songs do call me onward,
To my home, my Thistle nest.

My eyes grow heavy, close more often,
I hear the pipes, a blissful peace,
Goodbye dear friends I now must leave you,
For at last my troubles cease.