Thursday, August 23, 2012
I'd love to see a Scottish Moor,
to gaze in awe at the fields décor.
I've been to Paris in the heart of France,
the city of art, love and romance.
Atop the Eiffel I stood for awhile,
and enjoyed the subtle Lisa smile.
So I need to visit that Scottish Moor,
to see the perennial that I adore.
London of course is the place to be,
for the Olympic Torch or the Jubilee.
I've strolled the top of Tower Bridge,
and shopped Canary Wharf a smidge.
But I've never been to the tranquil Moor,
so I vow no longer will I ignore.
'Cause the Irish folk I do admire.
The culture rich; it does inspire.
I've seen luscious plains on display.
Still, another place I'd rather stay.
I long to be in that gorgeous Moor,
the Calluna Vulgaris to explore.