Highlanders: Pictish Pride

Times of old,

fields abound,

the hills profuse

mist, a fog you

can discern for miles,

the scotmans life

herding the sheep,

tending to their needs,

 

But when invasion comes,

ready to pick up the battle axes

and the swords, and do

battle against the English

horde; they will come in

droves, but we will not be

afraid, the old gods give us strength,

we wear the battle paint

 

As long as there is music the war cry

be strong, as long as there is hope,

we continue to go on,

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To my Scottish Ancestors.

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Highland: Pictish Pride

Great poem eventhorizon, your poem Pictish Pride is interesting - we have a similar problem with those English hordes here in Wales too. Good write and patriotic.


 

 

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Some day we will all be free.

Some day we will all be free. Thanks for your comment. Glad you enjoyed it.