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Feb 19, 2006 7:40:01 GMT -6
Post by glendessary on Feb 19, 2006 7:40:01 GMT -6
Something to think about when you see the ruins of crofts, the broken ,buried walls, the empty derilict gardens of the old estates, the lazybeds, shadowed by the heather. Remains of days, and a way of life long gone ,with the hundreds of men who worked to make them possible.
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We built the walls, we cut peat in the glens, We cleared the bracken, we fixed the pens. We burned the heather, we highland men, They sent us in hundreds, we came back in tens.
We shoed the horses, we calfed the cow, We cut the barley, we ran the plough. We worked in the fields, in sun and in rain, Few of us returned to work them again.
We ghillied the river, we rowed on the loch, We stalked the deer, we hunted the fox, We raised the pheasant, we beat the grouse, We left our wives to provide for our house.
We thought it was moral, we were told it was right, We were told of the kaiser, and our duty to fight. We said farewell to our women, our children, the glen, We left them for for Flanders, and there we remain.
We fought for our country, we fought for our king, We fought for our children, we fought for our kin. We left the glens empty, our way of life gone, All that remains ruins, and names carved in stone.
Allan.
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Carol
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Mar 22, 2006 23:38:41 GMT -6
Post by Carol on Mar 22, 2006 23:38:41 GMT -6
I really liked this and I understand. Coming from the womans perspective, you can expect me to come back with a response! Till then, send more in!
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