DYING...for what

Swords brandish

Arrows flying

Piercing screams

I see my kin folk dying

My head rests on your bosom

Listening to your heart beating so fast

My troubled thoughts envelope my soul

How this fighting came to surpass

Stop ye weeping

My sweet lassie

‘Tis only in death I walk this day

Forget ye not what we had for a while

Although knowing I couldn’t stay

Bagpipes echo on distant hill

As the cold mist covers my body weak

Blood smudges the tartan of my clan

Is that you my God

Do you come for me?

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Written September 17th, 2006

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natari
September 29, 2006
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Great description and reminded me of BraveHeart.You wrote a wonderful invigorating tale.
~Helen
georgie girl
September 29, 2006
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fab libra, fab
i felt i was there standing over the grave in the highlands ..a shiver down my spine and the cold wind rushing through me .. this write is strong,i like the line, bagpipes echoe on distant hills, i can hear them..
XxMissundastoodxX
September 27, 2006
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This was great Libra, you used some very colourful imagery in this poem which allowed the reader a more insightful vision of events portrayed in your writing,

Hope you are well
Sending you love
Mareta
September 17, 2006
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terrific
This is right out of the Authurian Tales dear Barb. You have written a wonderful narrative here just full of vivid imagery.
I really enjoyed reading this very much. you really penned a wonderful imaginative poem here dear poet. You are an outstanding poet with a wide variety of verse. God Bless-
Nature Song
September 17, 2006
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Wonderful Scottish tale of battlement and dying! Sucnh an imagination you have here my friend. Nicely done as usual! ~Sie