Tartans Poems - Poems about Tartans

...spring joy day breaks in coral dawn and white rose share secrets ~ dewdrops sprinkle glitz fog spills over hills winds of change swirl wispy clouds ~ doves coo limericks bountiful ......

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...Weekend away in medieval castle Traveling to Scotland on overnight train Read the account of Culloden battle Highlanders lost cherished domain. Eyes feeling heavy am swept away living ......

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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 ye......

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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 ......

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...Holed up in a Scottish flat all day from six to three, stuffin' my gob with Vol-au-vent and pots of English tea. As ocean slaps the briny stones and swirls the salty air, I'd rather be in my ow......

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...Villanelle: French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe Dedicated to the great French actor, Off Course! French Gourmand once sailed to the Isle of Ewe Must you invite high breeds......

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... 16th April 1746 The day a country ceased to exist British Army, Hanoverian scum Defeated our Jacobite's Scotland's is on the run Our Tartans banished, bagpipes no more To lead our ......

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...HEROES Near somber guards, units of children heap dead leaves, naive to any else fallen. Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks of duty on this day of contradictions. Firefighters bow......

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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 o......

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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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...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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...Igneous stones All greyed with age Scatter the hillside In greened moss stage Forests of pine Patch blankets of tree's Fenced from the deer Who eat as they please Heather bloomed purple......

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...16th April 1746 The day a country ceased to exist British Army, Hanoverian scum Defeated our Jacobite's Scotland is on the run Our Tartans banished, bagpipes no more To lead our troops, to f......

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...Tradition and dress A nations finesse Symbolic in style By a country mile The drone of the pipes Tartan clad Bonnie on the girls Proud on the lads Highland dancers In kilted skirts Grooms at wed......

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