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Scotland's Anthem

Love of my mother's Scotland knows no bounds,
Yet she, like me, was destined far to roam.
Her wistful music of the isles surrounds
My everyday, her voice so soft and low,
Sweet songs of love, and yet forever sad,
With veils of deepest melancholy clad.

A lonesome piper plays a slow lament,
Or, boldly rousing, urges men to war.
From kith and kin they were so often sent,
Their mist-clad hills and glens to see no more.
Or else to unknown futures overseas,
A greedy and uncaring laird to please.

Today, as Scottish hearts still strongly beat,
Proudly as ever do they wave their nation's flag.
Untrusting of the powers that would deplete
Their unity, their centuries old resolve,
To be a sovereign nation once again,
"O Flower of Scotland" their heartfelt refrain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 7/28/2018 4:09:00 PM
Your poem is like a flower opening slowly to reveal the beauty that is contained within. I love to hear the pipes which always carry me home. Though I am of British/Irish heritage, I love the beauty of Scotland too. I just haven't been that far north, but plan to visit when I am able to. This is such a lovely tribute Peter. : )
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Date: 10/2/2017 1:42:00 PM
what a lovely tribute to this most beautiful country, I've not been there for about 5 years but it is so wonderful and the people are so welcoming and friendly and I love the accent!!!:-) hugs jan xx
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Peter Rees
Date: 10/2/2017 1:48:00 PM
Thank you Jan. Wonderful scenery. Shame about the weather
Date: 8/18/2017 7:27:00 AM
This lovely poem thrust me back to the beauty of Scotland, a place I called home for a few years. Great depth and imagery.
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Peter Rees
Date: 10/2/2017 1:49:00 PM
Thank you so much for this lovely comment
Date: 8/15/2017 3:56:00 PM
Beautiful descriptive of Scotland and the love held by her people, for her.
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Peter Rees
Date: 10/2/2017 1:50:00 PM
Thank you Patricia. Similar in so many ways to your own neck of the woods