Johnston Family Poem
Together, we stand; divided, we fall. Whisky in our veins & Fire in our hearts.
Names of our fallen, written in the stars. Pipers play as the wind blows through the heather on the hill.
Birthplace of kin, the hand of warriors extended.
The thistle sways in the highland breeze, symbolising strength & solidarity.
The best you have ever seen, the worst you will ever cross.
The name Johnston whispers through the hills, striking fear in those who have wronged. Fire of love burning to those of kind.
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