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The Lonely Heart

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The Lonely Heart

Bonnie Mary walks alone
Not far from her sad filled home
Along the banks of Clannach strong
Where her and her John once walked along
Remembering John her fighting man
As only a lonely woman can
Who at Culloden long ago
Did fall before the English foe
Since that day twenty years have gone
And Mary's pain is still so strong
And countless tears has this maid cried
Since her brave man wee John had died
When she walks through Clannach Glen
A face she sees again and again
It is the face of her wee John
His smile shines ever on and on
Here they both spent many hours
Beneath ancient trees and on leaf strewn bowers
To feel once more the Loving man
Who taught her to be all that she can
She remembers all and sad tears flow
Is this not always so
Wee Mary is a lonely heart
From her Love she was torn apart
For her wee John he would not yield
On Culloden's bloody field.

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  1. Date: 9/8/2013 6:09:00 PM


    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 9/9/2013 12:36:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Liam, thanks for the comment bud. A real golden oldie this one is. By rights this should have been different, but i followed the flow of the music. The music didn't say fight or hate to me. It said Love and sadness to me. What do i know. Catch you laer Liam. Your friend, MIKE. Catch you upside down probably.
  1. Date: 9/8/2013 5:16:00 PM

    Hey Mike, a well crafted narrative that depicts a captivating story,, Regards, Ken

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 9/8/2013 5:48:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Ken, Hope you are doing well.This was written when i was at the high school. We'd written a piece of music about Culloden and it came across quite sad. We all had to write a poem about the music. This wasn't the piece used. I always remembered it so i thought i'd throw it in my pot. Thanks for dropping by Ken. Your friend, MIKE.