A Highland Curiosity

A Highland Curiosity

Postby Daffyd » Fri Mar 10, 2006 9:00 pm

A Highland Curiousity

My ship had suffered in the storm,
Lost her canvas, then her mast.
The rocks o’ Beauly tore out her keel
Before my feet touched shore at last.
I made my way towards Inverness,
In rain that left me sodden
It was April 1746
A battle raged at Culloden.


No shelter was afforded me
No inhabitants showed their face,
Doors were closed and shutters barred
As I reeled from place to place.
Redcoated soldiers roamed in packs
Lowland Scotsmen led the way,
Heiland families fought and died
So that Charlie could have his day!

Heiland clans did shed their blood
As they fought on Culloden field,
No quarter asked, no quarter given
Scot killed Scot, for none would yield.
The heilanders were massacred
And as a rabble, put to rout.
Cumberland ordered, “No mercy todayâ€
And his armies took up the shout!

And so it was they found me
Huddled, shivering behind a dyke
The flotsam of humanity
Of which they’d seen no like.
Bedraggled and bewildered
I ranted of voyages overseas,
My life was spared by these Lowlanders
Who comprehended not, CHINESE!!
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Postby Oddquine » Sat Mar 11, 2006 1:05 am

Looked in because I thought you were being nasty about me, Daffyd..........I don't usually read the Poetry forum..but I'm glad I did.

I liked that...........so I'm off to see if I like some more.
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Postby Rowan » Sat Mar 11, 2006 11:25 am

I'm not into poetry but it was nice. Actually you are a Highland Curiosity Oddie!! :twisted:
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Ad eundum quo nemo ante iit.
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Postby Daffyd » Sat Mar 11, 2006 12:22 pm

What's this ...not into poetry? Y'all into everythin else. Now when the pass is clear an the snow has left room for the edelweiss to break through, you an yor kin are welcome to meet some real CABIN FOLK.....

CABIN FOLKS.

I have a virtual cabin situated up in the hills, it is fairly plain, quite simple, with very little frills. But it is a place where mountain folk visit from time to time,so I made it into a wee convenience store, where those folks could spend a dime.

They have a cup of coffe and can sit around and jaw, and by golly they are the friendliest folk that anyone ever saw.Their dialect, it can be strange, a little strident on the ear, but with a little tolerance, their words become quite clear.

The regulars you may have heard of them, Rick O'Shea and Ida Gin, they two have bin a-sparkin even though we know they're kin. Kissing cousin is the common phrase that's bandied here about, they've got four teeth between them, the rest has just falled out.

Gerda Weigh and Cara Van have bin making eyes at Eli Doon, but he's off to marry Ophelia Bottom, she' having his baby soon.
Stan Bye and Vic Tory bin out hunting with the dawgs, whilst Hugh E. Rektion's bin mucking out the hogs.

It is tranquil here at the Cabin, time ain't got no say, 'cos if the work ain't done tomorrow, it'll get done another day. You're welcome should you come on by, to park yersel in a bucket chair, take the weight off your tired feet.... smell that cawfee in the air?


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