Scottish Mist

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    Scottish Mist

     walking through Scottish mist,highland's abound
    on the moor's the windswept,rusted ground
    brackish days and telltale nights
    here  the battles fought the clansmen lost
    i feel it all round in this ancient,hallowed,curs'ed,Celtic place
    the screaming the dying,their steel tipped wounds coursing through my veins
    i hear the haunting pipes,the clansmen call my name
    they come for me,awa,awa,awa me elders,take me to your highland resting place....

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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