Heros
By Jane
On that island in the Scottish sea, gulls and heather accompanied me, as a faint bagpipe's refrain played the march of kilts again heeding the call of a Thane. Celtic crosses in a row mark the place where old heros lay, that thrust spears to defeat the foe, and now rest in the earth below, as heather waves in the wind that softly sings of yesterday. Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 19 2002 10:46 AM PST 10 • 0
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