Highland War

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Hark, the bagpipes are playing,

And a haunting tune echoes through the land,

The dawn sun rises over the moor,

Wake, O wake my clan!

 

The men’s face are grim and grey,

They rise to answer the lairds call,

Today they will be victorious

Or to a man they all will fall

 

They watch with fierce pride

As their women bring war paint blue,

The swirls and patterns on their skin are their heritage,

A tradition their sons will continue

 

The young wife sobs into her plaid,

As her husband gently leaves her embrace,

The mother watches her son leave from the window,

Grief written on her lined face

 

Their weapons are polished,

Sword, bow, arrows and spear

They go to conquer the land

They go to cast fear

 

The untried lad, his first war,

Grips his plaid where none can see,

The oldest one goes with dead eyes,

He has seen all that can be

 

Now the laird comes,

His face taut with duty for all

He raises his voice and asks

“Who will answer the clans call”

 

The men as one raise their fists,

Their yells like thunder across the sea

Their eyes are filled with pride,

With hope and courage and bravery

 

The women link arms to be strong

Their hearts filled to the brim

The children stand silently watching

Their young confused faces grim

 

“Honor calls!!” Yells the laird

And as one the men mount to go

One last glance for home and loved ones

A glance of longing and sorrow

 

“We will come home..

We will return

When our enemies are dead

And their villages burn”

 

“Wait for us” they cry

As they ride into the green hills,

“We will wait” call the women and children

As the tears finally spill

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About saharsalman

Aspiring poet. Spectator of life. Words of Whim.
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4 Responses to Highland War

  1. johncoyote says:

    I join war at seventeen. War was exciting and needed. Like the ending in the poem. War leave only tears and mourning. Thank you for sharing the powerful tale.

  2. words4jp says:

    this is a beautiful poem – though it is set in the Highlands of Scotland – it can describe the experience of war anywhere! very strong and emotional – beautifully written.

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