I’ve Never Seen A Moor

By John I. Blair

I’ve never seen a moor.

I’ve never worn a kilt.

I’ve never been to Scotland.

But Blair is my family name

And Blair and Scotland are the same.

So when I hear the bagpipes wail

There in my mind seems a memory

Of running through the rugged heath

Down into a misty vale,

A long sword in my strong right hand,

Bent on slaying the foe beneath,

Then standing on a windy tor,

Mourning kinsmen, torn by woe.

©2002 John I. Blair

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