Bewitched by the highlands

by David Bennett

Scotland reminded me
Of heather and song
Of bagpies and dancing
Witches never featured

We met at a celebration
Her eyes were brown
Her hair was like satin
Skin of pure honey

We talked for hours
Talking of the times
Strawberries and cream
Staring at her eyes

We laughed and sighed
Talked far and wide
Feeling a glow inside
Hands touching in my mind

Many more times we met
Laughed and had fun
Flirting with abandon
More happy than ever before

Now scotland and witches
Are inextribaly linked
With joy and happiness
In my dreams at night

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