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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,
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.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Some day we will all be free.
Some day we will all be free. Thanks for your comment. Glad you enjoyed it.