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My Bonny True (A Scottish Stanza)
by David Pekrul I walked the roads, both low and high, In search of where my bonny lie, And when I found her, I did cry, My bonny love, I know her spirit's in the sky, Far up above. She's freed from all her earthly woe, As in the ground she's laid below, Where fields of purple heather grow, My bonny dear, I hear her voice, as breezes blow, Her voice so clear. She speaks to me of times before, When we first met upon the shore, But that was in the days of yore, My bonny lass, My spirit stays, but hers will soar, And time will pass. She looks to me from up above, And gives me peace and sends me love, On angel wing and snow white dove, My bonny true, And as I felt the truth thereof, Her spirit flew. www.myhiddenvoice.com The poetry of David Ronald Bruce Pekrul If this article is used in any publication, please send a copy of the publication to David Pekrul at 170 Carr Cres. Okotoks, AB T1S 1E3 Canada E-Mail: [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |