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If you ever go to Scotland
on a summer day,                                      
You'll fall in love with Heather,
Heathers blooming along the
bay.

Raising their tiny heads to
address the day,
You won't believe their beauty,
They will take your breath away.

This is a magical time, Heathers
growing wild and free,
Looking at a field of flowers,
Captivated, by their beauty.

Delicate tiny bows, catching in
the wind,
They color the landscape, lovely
blossoms blend.

Heathers hues beg our attention,
From Pinks to firey Reds,
God smiled on the appearance,
Of her beautiful flower beds.

Fragrance of Honeysuckle,
The sweetness of the Rose,
Fill the air with promise,
As Heather puts on her pose.

Petals softly speak, of luck,
And good cheer,
She'll return again, in the
coming year.                                                        

Heather, is my namesake,
I am proud to say,
Long ago, and far away,
My father fell in love with.

    HEATHERS      
On another summer day.

(c) copyright heather burns