Best Scotland Poems

I grew up on granddaddy's ranch 
There wasn’t a bull I couldn’t conquer
My cowboy boots only came off
When I changed my clothes for soccer
I love the smell of fresh green grass
The sound of the ball hitting the goal post
I love racing down the field 
Ya’ll...

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My tour made me really content
I was pleased with where I was being sent
        The Air Force said go
        I couldn't say no
so over to Scotland I went.

The tour could not...

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Argyle socks, kilts,
Scottish tartan scarves
and Knox — aye
Mary, Queen Mary
shall you marry Darnly
for love? Nay...

Torches, kilts and song.
Heather in hands, waving
but Knox knocks their merry
socks off, eccentrically calling
Mary, a Jezebel queen.

Stuart clings to her Catholicity,
as she permits worshipping
as Protestants — not good
enough for Knox. Of...

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Scots they be a hardy bunch in any weather
Ceilidhs yae dance to bagpipes and drums
Oats might be simple, but they are our fuel
Tourists are strangers but are true friends
Laughter like fine medicine, so a wee dram
A wee walk oot in fields of Heather yae go
Nothing...

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Surely a country with it beauty is it wealth
Come visit not just the big city but it towns
Once you see the rustic charms they'll give
Take a tour through hills yon mighty glens
Life shouldn't be all bustle and strife relax
Awhile, visit the Isles, take a walk...

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SCOTLAND

Very big sign on highway A1   going southways    
Out of Scotland into England,  
Painted with thistles, tartans, bagpipes,  says
“Haste ye back to bonnie Scotland”.
The  other side of road has a  small squat
Stone saying one word ...

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Scotland in Pawn's Dreams

A visit to Scotland in Pawn’s dreams
Means grinding and riding little steams
Bout clouds know how to mark
Send battered skin as stark
And then kitty cat walks in sunbeams

5/5/2014...

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Have you ever been to Scotland ?, the place of many friends,
Have you ever seen the Lochs, or the heather in the glen.
D’ya know of her martyrs, their price to make a stand,
Ever trod the soil, of blood mixed in the land.

Have you ever been...

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THE UK

Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, 
Matching Tye and Droop

Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, 
Westward Ho! and Throop.

Hole of Horcum, New Invention,
Boghead, Frome, Cat's Ash

North Piddle, Staines and Pen*stone,
Wash Dyke, East Breast and Flash.

Six Mile Bottom, Mudford Sock,
Wetwood, Wetwang, Hose

Catbrain, Assloss, No Man's Land, 
Didling, Lower Rose.

Blubberhouses, Giggleswick,...

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I love your heathered highlands,
steep cliffs and rugged islands,
hedges and gardens under
rainclouds of grey.
Old steeples rise above
those small rural towns I love;
your hillsides of sunny yellow,
rolled bales of hay.

	Pipers will play their part
	stirring each Scottish heart
	binding together a nation
	drenched with pride.
	"Scotland the Brave" is ringing,
	dancers...

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Clans, Ilks and Tartans

Woven into threads of red and black,
Girded by grids of white,
Distant plaintive bagpipe memories
Of sunset over Kilmaurs –
A crest that bears a unicorn
Touches royal roots
As a poet’s tribute to a patron lost
Watches neighbors Campbell and Montgomerie
Then looks out on the seas from...

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In the skies over Inverness
is light-play on an annual quest
and pipers in kilts come to play along
with the aurora’s lovely song.

Moonbeams shy in aurora’s light
give way to flowing waves so bright.
Cosmic charged particles from the sun
are sure to leave no coloring undone.

Echoes of piped tunes...

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seagulls surf the wind
my escorts home
across the waves

                  streamlined gannets
                  ...

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Banks o' Doon
by Robert Burns
modern English translation by Michael R. Burch

Oh, banks and hills of lovely Doon,
How can you bloom so fresh and fair;
How can you chant, ecstatic birds,
When I'm so weary, full of care!
You'll break my heart, small warblers,
Flittering through the flowering thorn:
Reminding me...

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They gleam and shimmer in the perfect light
of paradise, known to the ancient gods 
as hallowed refuge, where the stars at night
pay homage from on high, and from the west
come ocean flower breezes, to a land
where sea and sand and sky hold boundless sway
and pastel...

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