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My Heritage

I would love to go,
where my ancestors once roamed,
in my heart and soul,
I know this is my home.

Along the green hills
of Ireland,
and hearing the bagpipes
of Scotland,
I know this is,
where I belong.

My heart aches
and my soul cries out,
evry time I hear
the bagpipes'
soothing sound.

In my heart,
my soul
and in my mind too,
I know this is
where I belong.

I hope
and I pray,
before I shall,
never wake again,
to visit
Scotland
and Ireland.

This is my Heritage.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.28/2003
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