OLD MAN MOSES - SCOTLAND RISES - PANTOUM . . .

OLD MAN MOSES – SCOTLAND RISES - VERSES 

1        Exiled from Israel; and travelled ashore to thee fair lands

2        As he descendant; of Joseph and his coat of many colours

3        Old man Moses sat upon his rock; contemplating his woes

4        O’nay - life is all but nothing more than trouble and strife

5        Resiled to no such fairer country of such beauty to behold

6        Moses ails but a vision of a land; to his sons and daughters

7        Fought nay on blood; but peaceful endeavours of intellect

8        No fairer land is less worthy of our blood as Scotland rises

OLD MAN MOSES – SCOTLAND RISES - PANTOUM

1        Exiled from Israel; and travelled ashore to thee fair lands

2        As he descendant; of Joseph and his coat of many colours

3        Old man Moses sat upon his rock; contemplating his woes

4        O’nay - life is all but nothing more than trouble and strife

2        As he descendant; of Joseph and his coat of many colours

5        Resiled to no such fairer country of such beauty to behold

4        O’nay - life is all but nothing more than trouble and strife

6        Moses ails but a vision of a land; to his sons and daughters

5        Resiled to no such fairer country of such beauty to behold

7        Fought nay on blood; but peaceful endeavours of intellect

6        Moses ails but a vision of a land; to his sons and daughters

8        No fairer land is less worthy of our blood as Scotland rises

7        Fought on blood nay; but peaceful endeavours of intellect

3        Old man Moses sat upon his rock; contemplating his woes

8        Moses ails but a vision of a land to his sons and daughters

1        Exiled from Israel; and travelled ashore to thee fair lands

Indiana Shaw . . .

TODAY I SAT IN YOUR SEAT . . .

THE FORGOTTEN SOLDIER . . .

THE FORGOTTEN SOLDIER

Clickety clack - clickety clack; the train trundled by empty stations of an old past

Lightweight in its endeavours - portraying its only passengers as its unholy cast

Each face a palpable grey - their blackened eyes sunken within their vast sockets

All sat at their given seats - characteristically sullen - each with hands in pockets

One did not have to feel the coldness within each carriage that descended us all

As not one cold breath plume emanating from the mouths or nostrils - did sprawl

The lifeless grey of their eyes gave nothing away of their hell - all past and seen

To the horrors of a war of no real moral understanding all thoughts try to glean

Each unsung hero now taking his last journey home - each to its own eternal life

Each one given their own time to off load their burden of the unforgivable strife

Only once the reality of what had happened did the train lessen its speed to halt

As the one last soldier left his seat then upon the platform made his last assault

He was going home now - but with no lessening of the grey paler within his eyes

His home a cold grave now - lying under the darken un-forgiving harrowing skies

He had fought for his country with an unquestionable honour - now laid - forgot

Under a small ensign Portland stone headstone - buried within his very own plot

A young man with no wife or child - just parents themselves long-time deceased

His secrets of the war held within the mound of earth - remain to all unreleased

So if passing a graveyard; and upon your eyes a lonely regimental grave you see

Place a flower of remembrance and set a well-earned soldier from his sleep - free

Indiana Shaw . . .