The Saltire and Lion Rampant Flutter in the cool summer breeze, As we march to the slow drum Underneath the sunlit trees. We are here to honour The passing of one of our own, A good and honourable friend Who has departed for home. He has taken the low road* And will be in …

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  The shadow of the crow glides over the loch, Salmon propel themselves rapidly upstream. The blackcock are burbling on the breeding ground And small groups of roe deer may be seen. The dawn’s sunlight spreads into corners, Lighting up the darkness of the land And casting rays upon the malevolence, That seeps into the …

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A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, “Boatman, do not tarry! And I’ll give thee a silver pound To row us o’er the ferry!”– “Now, who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy weather?” “O, I’m the chief of Ulva’s isle, And this, Lord Ullin’s daughter.– “And fast before her father’s men Three …

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When you reach out far enough, You will touch my soul. Your mind will intertwine with mine, And darkness will turn to gold. Keep reaching.