Where The Heather Grows How grows the heather in the moor Does it still bloom as days of yore When baited breath transfixed the lore Of pixies, love, and beer Where grouse went courting in the loam In heathered rocks...a purple home Of safety and part metronome As dogs and beaters near To hunt a brace of grouse...or two Or coax a pixie into view Or drink some heather beer...fresh brew And walk beyond all blear I long to see those purpled frills Of Scotland's heathered moorland hills To breathe that fragrant wind that chills... Oh! Heart hold back your tear. 2.25.2017©deborah burch 16lines 8886 syllables aaaB cccB dddB eeeB rhyme