Visiting this most magnificent of islands isn't a hop skip and jump affair..
The road cuts
through the rock
and bares the roots
of history
the seagulls cry
the wounds of thousands
who starved to death
or fell to the whims of lairds
and the oppressions
that garnish most authority
the ruins of castle,
stronghold and croft alike
wail into the gale
connected but not rooted
it is not just the wind
that makes my eyes cloud
with tears
I hear the cries of centuries
and the wails of tomorrow
the heart is touched
and partly lost already
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2007-09-13 at 11:46
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Oh Skye
The road cuts
through the rock
and bares the roots
of history
the seagulls cry
the wounds of thousands
who starved to death
or fell to the whims of lairds
and the oppressions
that garnish most authority
the ruins of castle,
stronghold and croft alike
wail into the gale
connected but not rooted
it is not just the wind
that makes my eyes cloud
with tears
I hear the cries of centuries
and the wails of tomorrow
the heart is touched
and partly lost already
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
Read 568 times
Written on 2007-09-13 at 11:46
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