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

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,
Captured 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 their 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,
They'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.

On another summer day.

(c) copyright heather burns

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is dedicated to my dear father. He named me after the flowers of his homeland.

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muzzammilshah's picture

Great poem

Really very great poem having the best approach of diction along with imagination. Your words are simple but matter is great. You've use fine selection of words to this poem and dedicated your father. Thanks for sharing such a nice poem.
Mohammad Muzzammil


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fields of heather

Hi Mohammad, thanks for reading and commenting on my poem.
I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.

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thanks Muzzammil for reading and commenting. have a good day. heather