I hear their calling on the wind
far reaching voices haunt my soul,
they beckon me to ancient lands
where verdant valleys gently roll.
Where mountains reach out to the sky
austere and grand, their soaring rock
give shelter to the Scots pines who
in turn safeguard the glassy loch.
And in my heart I feel the warmth
as golden shafts pierce leaden skies,
to floodlight radiance on the crags
emotion spills from haunted eyes.
On ringing sighs the skirl of pipes
awakes the tugging in my breast,
to draw me to my highland roots
before they lay me down to rest.
For never will I lie at peace
with foreign soil about my head,
without the eagle flying free
without the heather for my bed,
A contest entry
- 5385 Points --- Winner Take All by mrme.
5385 points, ended October 28, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"as golden shafts pierce leaden skies," I love this imagery! Your last stanza sounds like a folk song or an ancient blessing. That's it! I have to add you to my favorites now.
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I could easily picture the heather strewn, wonderful visions sketch in my mind and sounds of the 'skirl of pipes' what a great phrase and word 'skirl' as the 'mountains reach' ' the sky' Ah the smell of the 'Scots pines' surrounding the 'glassy loch' yes, a beautiful picture indeed my dear friend and a real tug a the roots of home.. wonderfully descriptive of that place of 'rest'. I felt so calm after reading this Val up in the Scottish Highlands.. incredibly beautiful
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Bravo to you, and to your wonderful words, keep them flowing from within you as they capture, the minds of the reader, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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Highlander
Very good poem, it flowed very well, but I don't think that you'd want heather for your bed ( unless it's a Heather, for your bed)You left out the bits about the driving rain, the frequent gales ( not gaels)the cauld in the winter, and the RAF practicing their manouvers all over the place. Cheers
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This is so much fun to recite! You carry the reader along with a fantastic cadence to a land of imagery then conclude it with a thought of wisdom. Bravo!
Love,
Amera♥
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Well what can I say other than excellent write. This is definitely poetry in its highest form. You paint with words. this is beautiful. a bit under my 30 line limit, but i'll forgive.
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Very poetic
you give life and pride to everyone who is where they are not from. I really love this poem because it speaks truth. I can feel you in this poem and how your homeland is calling for you. Nice!!!!
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Intriguing
such an interesting piece that pays
tribute to homeland with pride and
patriotism. It's so true how you need to
lay your roots down in the earth beneath
where you were born and perhaps the most
happiest. It's like something calls to
your soul. This was a dramatic write with
the feeling of personal longing. nice work
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beautifully written.
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Bravo!
Wow... for the first time today I am truly impressed... I am blown away by how Celtic this write sounds without trying to force a harsh accent throughout it (when I saw 'hame' in the title I thought it was going to be generic and difficult to read). The imagery was great, it flowed perfectly, and feels complete in every sense. Great job, thanks so much for sharing, and thanks even more for featuring, it was well worth the points!
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