I Share Your
Love, and your name.
Big, Jimmy Love.
Happy, Fathers Day..... Dad!
You're, still about
Owe'r those Campsie Hills.
somewhere...Out there....
Amidst, the purple..... heather.
In the Scottish air.
Skirting, rushing burns.
Blown, by reeking..... lums.
I can always, hear your voice.
When you call,
My
Name...
Giajl © Jim Love