Aide Memoire

[Thunderembargo]

Bring to me a torn white heather, that I may recall the brae.
Lay in my hand a Black Grouse feather, better to relive the day.
Pour for me a glowing whisky, constant comfort through the years.
Take me where they smoke-cure salmon, excuse for sudden welling tears.
Then play for me the pipes 'till gloaming, fill the spaces left to fill
and I will carry this land in me...today, tomorrow, always, still.
tectak
Glen Moriston
2014

Glen Moriston is the name of a rare Scotch Whiskey? Or is that the name of the poet, the heuristic patrynomic.   Or perhaps a gentle coincidence; the name of both poet and vintner.   I don't mind taking a stab, especially if the whiskey is glowing.

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