Open Poetry #6 |
The Ghosts of Glencoe (Tale 31) |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
Cursed! This country must be cursed! The very shadows call me name. A fool, and worse to make me camp- In such a place, wi’ such a name! Glencoe! Ah, the shame o’ it! Robert Campbell, an’ ‘is ‘orde- Came, professin’ aims o’ peace… The villains left wi’ dripping swords. Every shadow ‘olds a ghost- Wha’ weeps for lives, by fate cut short. Men, an’ women, wee bairns, too- Ha’ entered in the realms of Morte! Stone on stone, still mark the place- Where Clan McDonald made their ‘omes- Now on the foggy, Glencoe moors… On’y ghost, and spectre roams. Sleep? I doubt it much I do! The slain ha’ come to air their woes. At last I tend to understand… Why now, no one to Glencoe goes. But listen? Aye, I think I will…. Until the East begins to pale… I trow I’ll get a lesson clear- On which to base me Traveler’s Tales. < !signature--> Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/Traveler.html [This message has been edited by Gunslinger (edited 04-17-2000).] |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Gunslinger, you flabbergast me -- Great clever poem -- so Scottishly rousting --- I think I will stay safely tucked in at 'ome and leave the travelin' to those that roam. Thanks for sharing this remarkable piece. netswan |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Wonderful piece, Gunslinger! Denise |
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Lucius Cade Member
since 2000-03-23
Posts 235Saskatchewan |
Wow, great language used there. I loved the way the poem read. Lucidity is the answer to all problems |
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