Tuesday, September 11, 2018

When I Am Old Comments

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Hie me to the hill-ground,
the high hill ground of Scotland,
to battle bladed wind-blasts
my forebears fought before me,
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John Beaton
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Gordon R Menzies 21 November 2019

A dram raised to this one John...much enjoyed.

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John Beaton 22 November 2019

Thanks, Gordon. Slainte!

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Dr Antony Theodore 21 September 2018

when my storm approaches, I'll stand before its raw force by furnace flames of bygone ways, and anvils ringing down the days. thinking of death, thinking of the past.. all the virtues and falsehood that carry weight in our minds.. we cogitate and meditate over life and death and a life after death..... beautiful message my dear poet. thank u very much. tony

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John Beaton 21 September 2018

Thanks, Tony. Much appreciated.

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Paui Hartal 16 September 2018

A masterly crafted poem, John; pulsating with energy, rhythm and emotion.

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John Beaton 19 September 2018

Thanks, Paul. I write more for recitation than for the page and it's gratifying to find readers who have an ear for the meter.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 11 September 2018

John, such an excellent write.....................

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John Beaton 14 September 2018

Thanks, Bernard.

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