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My name is James, born 1961 In Inverness, a small Scots town To my father Andrew, and my mother Beryl And Billy my brother, a pair of devils In 67, we woke one night Our house was ablaze, full of orange light Our neighbour next door, for whatever reason Started a fire, it must be crazy season We had too move to a caravan park By this time it,s three, to make a new start My mother Beryl decide to leave But the three of us left, never bothered to grieve In the next few weeks, we ended in court Two small children, in a marriage abort We were asked to choose either Dad or Mum But we ignored the parent, who went on the run As we left the court, to start a new life We felt sorry for Dad, as his illness was rife He never told us that he was unwell It would upset one of his boys, as the future will tell Then came the night all parents dread; Being told one of his boys is nearly dead We were going to a boys club, on a Monday night My brother was running so far out of sight I turned the corner to see him ahead No!! he's been hit by a van, Boom's Boom's dead I ran to my father, sreaming and crying I'm finding my life,at 7 - far too trying After the funeral, and with my father unwell We left Inverness, our eyes a swell To go as two, and not three as before It's like Mother Nature closed a door So we headed west, to a place called Fort William Was it in the stars, cause Billy " is " William We moved there, as the air was so pure Hoping my father will find his cure For whatever reason, we left the above We found no Angel or peaceful dove So we headed back to Inverness Fathers health decreasing, life still a stress Over the next few years, i was fostered and loaned In couples houses and children's homes It was really strange in all those places Different people, different faces Then on the 16th of Feb - 76, James, i was told, your dads very sick. The cancer had taken your father away To be with Billy, where you'll join them one day In 77, i joined the Navy, as i promised my dad you see. I did'nt enjoy it, i decided to leave Back up north, where my futures to be I wanted to have, what my parents had lost And that was my aim, no matter the cost see page 2 of 2, ty.. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php

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Date: 10/28/2015 9:15:00 PM
Huge One James, we shared lots of talk regarding our pasts and when I've known these from you, its admirable how you overcome and even surpassed these trials of your life.... as I read and comment on this I remember your poem about the rose... I see you as it is.... hugs and love to you always...~Olive Eloisa
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Date: 12/8/2015 3:46:00 PM
Hugs for my Miss Olive always and forever ~~ your Mr James // hugs ~~xx~~xx~~
Date: 4/18/2013 6:38:00 AM
im rereading this beauty james
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Date: 3/4/2010 12:39:00 PM
James.this boy led a difficult ,hard ,painful,life.. to have the house on fire, to have trouble in family,to lose a young beloved brother,yo be fostered..to grow up and search search.. that comfort ,that love and with all this, to be able to give all your love to your chidren and be there for them,makes you a Hero,makes this boy,man a Hero ..through my eyes.I need tishooos James,,Life can be hard,yet can smile to,so hope you find friends which makes you smile..going to my favz..i need tishoos C
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Date: 5/15/2009 2:15:00 PM
James,..this is frank history,...this write will sure enough be a mark that will be called upon by many,..when you are Poe'd,..*smiles*,..great write james
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Date: 5/15/2009 1:31:00 PM
Amazing how you were able to overcome all of these adversities and still become the intelligent, compassionate man you are today, James. Living in foster homes most have been very difficult. (Navy blood is in my family.) On to part 2...
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