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I Thought a Wee While ©

Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Wolverhampton, England
2005

While travelling back from Glasgow,
Along the A74,
Hills I could see for many a mile,
Their colours changed in the shadows.
I imagined, as I looked,
And I thought a wee while.
How far it must have seemed,
To leave a homeland and childhood behind,
And place your roots elsewhere.
I find it hard to imagine,
I find it hard to compare.


While travelling back from Glasgow,
Along the A74,
The sky I could see for many a mile,
And the colours still changed in the shadows.
On the hills there were buildings made of old stone,
I imagined, as I looked,
And I thought a wee while,
How could they not want to return?
To the hills and the glens,
And the land that's inside their heart.
What was it like to keep them apart?
To me it seemed too far.
As I sat there my thoughts did wonder,
While I was a traveller inside of a car.
When they never came home,
Was it for somebody fair?
Is a man willing to let go of his belonging,
And move on and settle elsewhere?

The evening sun shines from the west,
Through the clouds there's a picturesque scene.
Twenty five miles then it's England,
Just beyond old Gretna Green.
All shades of grey hide the blue of the sky,
I imagined, as I looked,
And I thought a wee while,
'Tis soon to wish Scotland goodbye.



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