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Tue 16 Mar, 2004 04:50 pm
A hot Summers night
Under a Scottish sky
We had climbed
To the top of the Mountain Range.
Something I'd always wanted to do
Ships in the Loch
The stars seem so far away
Set up camp for the night.
But we were their for a reason
Gran and Grandad
Where born and Married in the village.
Father told me of there wish
They would be together even in Death
Six years before
He buried her ashes here.
In the Morning they would be together
Over looking the Church
Where they became man and Wife.
Nostalgic
- made me want to drive straight up to Scotland!
Good one.
Endy