King of the Glen
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King of the Glen
Back then when I was a swain,
I pranced across the heath and strath.
Hither and thither on a whim I’d skimmer,
Through the bluebells, thistles, and grass.
Back then, when men had ambition,
Many of them were fools, I thought.
Dancing about the dale in a shout,
As if they were kings or something else.
Back then. I was no saint.
And looked the Reverend in the face
And said, “Hallelujah! I see Ezekiel,
Up there in space.”—Then laughed in jest.
In the day, I wore my coat thick,
“This was mine, and nobody would take it.”
Back then, when men were men,
I was king of the Glen.
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Notes:
Swain: A young lover or suitor (a country youth).
Heath: An area of open uncultivated land of coarse grasses, heather, thistles, etc.
Hither and thither: In various directions, especially in a disorganized way.(Hither; this place and thither; that place.)
Strath: Is a broad, shallow, mountain valley usually with a stream or river flowing through it.
Glen: Is narrow and deeper valley as compared to a strath, usually found in a secluded area.
Dale: A valley, especially a broad one in a hilly area. A dale is more of depression between hills.
Copyright © Dennis Spilchuk | Year Posted 2020
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