Claymores Poems - Poems about Claymores

... Hey there! Marching man. Got a machine gun. In your hands. So, you know How to run. Stone cold. Burning gas. The fife with drum. And claymores blast You won't cut or run. When ti......

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...Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies Burn oor birches aside the lough, Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom, Dictating oor days tae come, No from the pint o a gun, Fae laws an promis......

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...Bountiful beings we chisel our existence essential claymores......

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...The Spirits of Culloden. This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year, Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear. Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden, Pay......

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...Sixties Secret Agent In black and orange inks some wag had stenciled, "no need for tests - for use on dinks". Gung-ho. Can-do. Make war, not love. You hit puberty, and find you're the big......

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...Free at Last > • He thinks back to a time, when he was so young. M-16 on his shoulder, around his neck dog tags hung Dense jungles made thin, by what they had sprayed. His mind  drifts to home......

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... Whispers we'd heard for many a year But we were so far north they never came near Then the day came for us Highlander men It wasn't just where, just a matter of when Down from the Gle......

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...(Isaiah 50: 4, 5 / Song of Solomon / John 11: 23 – 27 / Revelation 21: 3, 4) Out of Cold Shadows On A Highland Moor Will You Come Walking To Me As Hard Rains Pour? Beneath A Tree of Life I Sto......

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...From a heather laden hill A Scots king looks down The march of his armies In their blood, his enemy drown His tartan clad warriors The joining of the clans MacDonald's, Fraser's and Stuarts ......

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...My door is open I welcome you To my Highland lands Off heathers and hue Cross the bridge Of centuries old To my castle of grey In it's regal fold Stand with me In the great hall of my ......

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...Pipes wake mountain glen Unwrapped claymores driving men Peace scatters shattered......

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