This is the highland spring
Let us in the mountains sing
As a deep Scottish blues
Glides and glues
Dispelling scattered fears
seeking to keep us weak
There is no need to seek
Let all Scottish clans
All join their hands
Claiming all their lands
Thrown away by old elite
Such history
If we could only delete
As we honor the gallant
Men with freedom
Boiling and brimming
In their limitless hearts
Greater , than any life
As they spill over their freedom
As Scotland here baths
In their unforgettable souls
As they still resonate
In the trickles of
Scottish streams
So let us all hear
As silent mountains nestle
In deep blue skies
As they merrily enchant
Let all nations slip away
From tricky triangle
And clumsy squares
Where dishonest intention
Live on elevated corners
As we carry them on our back
While in their deeds they feed
The beast of paranoia
Slitting love affairs like wood
I wish this was understood
As their sharp corners
break straight lines
Where intimacies once lived
And smash large circles
Like breaking glasses
But let us live in precious circles
Where all nations float freely
Like lilies in a pond
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
This is the highland spring
Let us in the mountains sing
As a deep Scottish blues
Glides and glues
Dispelling scattered fears
seeking to keep us weak
There is no need to seek
Let all Scottish clans
All join their hands
Claiming all their lands
Thrown away by old elite
Such history
If we could only delete
As we honor the gallant
Men with freedom
Boiling and brimming
In their limitless hearts
Greater , than any life
As they spill over their freedom
As Scotland here baths
In their unforgettable souls
As they still resonate
In the trickles of
Scottish streams
So let us all hear
As silent mountains nestle
In deep blue skies
As they merrily enchant
Let all nations slip away
From tricky triangle
And clumsy squares
Where dishonest intention
Live on elevated corners
As we carry them on our back
While in their deeds they feed
The beast of paranoia
Slitting love affairs like wood
I wish this was understood
As their sharp corners
break straight lines
Where intimacies once lived
And smash large circles
Like breaking glasses
But let us live in precious circles
Where all nations float freely
Like lilies in a pond
This is the last poem i am going to write about Scottish independence ,I really did not flow at all when writing but I decided to persisted anyway . The reason being mainly the third verse which hopefully explains why I would be pro Europe and pro independence . It all can be applied to any personal relating experiences , interested if it is clear enough and any other thoughts.