Thursday, June 4, 2020

For The Crofters Comments

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My ancestors, you were burned from the glens

As the ice gouged Strathcarron, then melted to mingle with sea-loch, you melted from glens to the shore.
When your roof-timbers crackled in Sutherland's fires at Strathnaver, you scoured a treeless coastline.
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John Beaton
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Gordon R Menzies 04 June 2020

A voice not often heard in today's cacophony...

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 04 June 2020

great historical poetry now please also read my poem Mom's Smiles thnx

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