Saltire Poems - Poems about Saltire

...Scotland, My Home Scotland, my home, where I was born and bred Where the saltire flies high above my head Where the bagpipes sound and the kilts are worn Where the haggis tastes and the whisky ......

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...SCOTLAND'S MONSTER DINNER  walking upon the moors of Scotland    i saw a sprite who became a unicorn -- she mated with Kelpie:  kissing therianthropy --> she rode the unicorn:   sheddi......

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... There will be a day when Alba becomes free To unite this great nation, rid our debris Join together, families, neighbours and friends Encourage unity, let Alba ascend And this will ......

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...On the Beeb this morning, on the flagship radio news show, that the grocer's daughter always listened to but didn't like at all, the National Poet of 'Land of Song' sang the praises of an American......

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... I recall the very day, in every male teenagers wish It's to lie with one's first love and entering loves bliss Well for me it was so beautiful, below Saltire blue skies We lay in a fie......

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...Rofem Sweet Nymph of my heart. The Merit of true passion, Pierces me though, I’m not smart It holds me ransom for compassion For knowing you deserve salute attention A worthy soul of extreme......

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... "without a care in the world the Grouse freely roam" A quiet hush abounds amidst the scenic Highland Glens Whilst saltire skies above silhouette a Golden Eagle against it's blue Swoopi......

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...The Highlands, our Kingdom, our many Lochs and Glens Our beauty woos fair maidens to be at the side of Highland men Their futures to be part of our history, Queens to our many Clans As we stand an......

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...Azure blue allure As I look into his eyes Saltire proud is he Highlands, the Glens, I go Alba he resides, my love http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-17.php......

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...A new day awakens in a bonnie Scottish Glen As I await the morning sunshine peeking over the Ben Standing at the door of my centuries old croft The wild fern's arise as the rays makes them loft A ca......

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...From where I sit my eyes view My darling, my dear, my love so true Against the rocks, down by the beach I long to touch her skin so peach Her hair in a bun reveals her nape Whilst her coloured......

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...This poem you now read Is of a wonderful man A brother of old From a far away land He stands for so many On this planet we call earth To their hearts he was taken A man of worth Georgia, ......

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...Through my living room window I see the most beautiful glen With granites of grey Towering up to a Ben Greened spreads of heather Purples and white Amidst an ocean of green A most wonderful ......

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...If i was born a crayon My colour would run its length It would be of Saltire Blue My countries colour gives me strength We are the colour of the sky It looks down on you and me Its the colour......

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...In 1296 Under Edward the first Our destiny was stolen My country cursed In 1328 There were talks of it's return For six more centuries We would wait and yearn On Christmas day In 1950 ......

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