This was written for Remembrance Day 11 Nov.2004. A Soldiers Bond.
A Bond Exist That Will Not Break Between These Brothers Forged In War Tempered in The Fire and Smoke Annealed Within The Blood Of Wounds A Form Of Love As Stong As Life Born Midst Chaos Fear And Strife Shaped Within The Sounds Of death Washed Pure And Clean With Sorrows Tears On Side Of Right Or Side Of Wrong These Men Who Answered Dutys' Call And Placed Their Lives In Way Of Harm Fought NOt For Country Nor For King But For His Brother By Whose Side He Stood Or Fell He Lived Or Died Now As The Years Slip Fast Away The Memories Fresh As Yesterday The Hand Help Fast The Uttered Sigh The Cradled Head The Last Goodbye.
LOA. ALBA 'Tis in the Blood, the Soul And in the Heart A longing, a calling Pulling you, Haunting you It will not let you be It knows not your name Nor does it care
It calls to you At break of Day And when the night Will have it's sway, It teases with the tang Of salt-sea air With perfumes of the Pines And Heather fair
It stirs the heart With the skirl of pipes To choke the breathe Within the throat It causes tears to sting the eyes And break the voice with longing sighs Come Home to me Come Home to where Your heart is free.
Yes I know the feeling...Scotland is under my skin and I just don't know why everytime I look at my pictures and videos that we took there or even watch some documentary on PBS. I just can't help myself and start to cry for I long to return there and wishing that I could stay there for good. My mom almost had an attack when I told her when I was very young that I did not have that feeling of belonging here. She just looked at me like I was from another planet or something. I was always attracted to that place without knowing why. Thank you for sharing it with me.LOA
I was born in Scotland in 1942 and when my widowed Mom married a Canadian he brought us here on 7 October 1947. I was raised Canadian but my grandmother, my Mother. and my four Aunts never let me forget where I was born and the heritage that was mine. Scots Wha Hae.....
My Lady and Camac, You guys are plucked by the same hand that vibrates in me and so many others. Thank you for your music of self that you share online.
UlsterScotNutt
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Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. Plato(427-347 BC) Philosopher and Educator
Three things in human life are important: The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind. Henry James (1843-1916) Writer
When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people. -Abraham Joshua Heschel (1907-1972) Theology Professor
I was born in Scotland in 1942 and when my widowed Mom married a Canadian he brought us here on 7 October 1947. I was raised Canadian but my grandmother, my Mother. and my four Aunts never let me forget where I was born and the heritage that was mine. Scots Wha Hae.....
My dear Camac, At least you know why you have a sense of belonging which is great. I wish sometimes that I could have that feeling too. But by reading these wonderful poems it sooths the empty spaces of my soul. And reminds me that I've been there and will go back.
Now, I'm waiting patiently for the next one. And I started the transcription of yours in my special book. Thank you very much. LOA
My Lady of Avalon; i have one more poem to post about my Grandma then I must takle a break from writing for a while. Let my brain catch up with the rest of me. ANNIE LEE Who was this woman This tiny Cockney Standing four foot eight Not very tall you'll agree But woe betide those Who stood in the way Of this tiny woman I called Nanny. Her name was Anne From the Bow Bells She came. That's in London Town and Cockney fame She married a lad From Galway you see A good looking chap Named Thomas Lee Not long after the Nupt'ls They crossed over the sea Up the Clyde Firth To a town near Barassie The name of this town Was Troon of course And many a links could This wee town boast. It was here in Ayrshire She made her home Raising five daughters Mostly alone. For thomas Had left for the U.S.to work. But Annie said no I'll not follow this time My home is here and here I will bide. Because of this choice I am so proud to say I'll Love Annie Lee Till my dying day Because of that choice My Mom met my Dad And to-gether they made This proud Scottish Lad.
Oh! This is so good I specially like the end. And my dear please I certainly don't want to pressure you. I am a big tease you know and I did not know that you were writing just out of the blue like this.I thought that maybe you kept a journal of your poems and shared them with us. Take all the brake you want my dear,but you have such a natural talent don't let it dormant for too long. You're ever biggest fan. LOA
LOA Since I was in my late twenties I have been writing poetry but alas out of the roughly 200 only six survived. The other 190+ went in the garbage. I have been on a bit of a writing binge lately but I will take a break for a couple of weeks. Like I said let my brain catch up with the rest of me. As to you being my favourite fan methinks you are the only one and I thank you most sincerely.
Camac, Why in God's name it went to the garbage? Only a true poet would write that much poems.I'm sorry to hear this. Take care of that brain of yours my friend. LOA