Along Scottish Shores
Lightning strikes with thunderous clap
A thickening fog rolls into the bay
Ships stacked with dead on their back
Set ablaze so they can sail away
White waves crash rocks with sound
Death ships burning fill the background
Men stand still on ridges overlooking
Play pipes for dead soldiers spirit bound
Tall red flames melt through the fog
Release men's souls to fly away
To seek far realms of Scottish Gods
Widows will cry loud this day
Clans in kilts that flap in the wind
Watch ships float further from shore
Men with their pipes stand in the cold
Above the waves on the Scottish shore
Women in black will harvest their tears
Gather their children, they'll have no more
Their lives now poorer filled with fears
In villages along the Scottish shores
Pipes will be played in haunting sound
Songs will be sung and stories told
Memories of sacrifice will endure
In villages along the Scottish shores
5/23/17 Contest Whitsun Premier
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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