This is a poem about the people of the highlands of Scotland during the time of the clearances and the battle of Culloden, although i have tried to make it seem as though it could be a great many different places to those who read it.

I hear you, I hear your voices.

Your cry’s of fear, screams of pain

A people gone, never forgotten.

 

You are here,

though I stand alone.

Evening mists roll in 

enveloping me in a cold damp shroud of 

past grief

Around me  winds howl,

screaming the torments and injustices of days gone.

 

I hear you, I hear your voices echoing in the winds of time,

over and over again.

Telling me of your sorrows

 whispering to me of your shame.

 

For no one listened then ,

No one heard your voices,

 

I hear you in  the cry of the soaring eagle

calling out your names

In the winding rolling rivers.

I see your souls

lost in the har that rolls in off the sea,

It was not so very long ago we were free

 

 

 I hear your voice.

I heard you , I heard your voices the day I stood upon a high hill

and let the land  give up her secrets to me.

I see your spirits returning on their homeward journey.

 

If I close my eyes and breath , just breath

I can feel the heaviness in my lungs,

 the air is not sweet here, it is putrid with the smell of death,

This land is not clean, it runs in blood,

Rotting flesh lies beneath the sod

So many, so many.

 

I heard you I heard your voices.

History has told it’s tale,

You  are not forgotten.


Submitted: February 26, 2007

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EdwardJBradleySr

Sunnyson:

Most atmospheric! Should win you a large following.

Unusual and effective presentation.

Happy trails,

Ed Bradley.

Mon, February 26th, 2007 3:57am

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Thankyou. It was my first post ,i have just recently turned my hand to writing poetry so it it is a whole new experience for me.
Thanks again!

Mon, February 26th, 2007 6:42pm

devilrod

Your choice of words is powerful. Very nice.

Tue, February 27th, 2007 5:36am

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Thankyou!

Thu, March 1st, 2007 5:54am

DLCannon

Wow! I like this! I hear voices, myself. They say us people who hear voices are crossed and that we are really hearing the dead talk. I kind of believe it too.....

Fri, August 5th, 2016 8:22pm

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Thank you! I believe in all things weird n wonderful, the voices of the people gone from this world can still be heard. They have left their footprints here and their stories behind, but they still have a voice.

Fri, August 5th, 2016 4:59pm

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