Sunset On Culloden. Comments

The clouds parted and I saw a crescent moon as the sunset set, on the ghostly cheftian of our clan stood proud in his plaid and tartan. Brave Jacobite warriors who gave so much in deeds, and battles. Never forgotten, freedoms call, in blood at Culloden they lay now in the clay they can be heard when the evening mist comes down from the hills.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2025
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