Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Culloden Moor,16 Apr 1746 Comments

Rating: 5.0

Face to the wind in bitter cold
Beards crusted with ice
Gray eyes steeled in fierce rebellion
No foreign blade to master
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Laurence Overmire
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Anna Russell 20 March 2006

I grew up 20mins away from Culloden moor and I don't think there's a Highlander alive who wouldn't be moved by this haunting tribute. You've given me goosebumps! Hugs Anna xxx

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Sandra Erickson 13 March 2006

Laurence: What are the chances? So enjoyed your battle poem, I thought you might just enjoy mine, as well. Thanks, Sandra The April Waters Nairn I would dance by the river, I would dance on the shore, I would sing you every song I know, kick up my skirt just to see you smile, just to see the moon glow shining in your summer eyes, shining full of promise, shining bright with passion; But, where are my tomorrows? Gone, gone to battle with the rising sun, I would hide you from that scorched star, that blood star flaming red across the horizon of my sorrows, hold you tighter and pray for rain; Do you feel how fierce this fire burns? Here, now, I would lay down my heart for you, I would lay down my body, and we could live a hundred years before morning. Sandra 4/14/02 April 16,1746 The Battle of Culloden

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