Robert of CallanderA Poem by Jeremy WyattRobert of Callander
Robert of Callander the time it has come for you to take flight but where will you run.. ~*~ "Come south" breathes the southern breeze soft whispers in the trembling trees "whatever are your deeds and crimes take refuge in my warmer climes" The east wind countered with a gust "my way will save you come you must bear my cold and feel my blast and I will hide you till the last" The west wind from the ocean blew "come out to me my word is true and out amongst the rocky isles I'll hide your guilt and life so vile.." The Northern Wind did ponder long then gave it's thoughtful blast of song "Journey to my mountains dread your crimes has left so many dead" "my welcome here of stone and cold lost soul in my srong hand I'll hold the time for you to pay is nigh head north into my hills so high" And north Black Robert chose to go with tense remorse and full of woe up into heather wind and rain never was he seen again But on the slope of steep Ben Loyal you'll find a hidden rocky mound to reach it takes some sweat and toil and there Black Robert may be found © 2011 Jeremy Wyatt |
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1 Review Added on March 13, 2011 Last Updated on March 13, 2011 AuthorJeremy WyattDon't know....nearest is somewhere...hmmmm, Dumfries and Galloway, United KingdomAboutA Welshman moved toScotland, writing since December 2010, in love with poetry and my special poet friends,who I am following here through loyalty and devotion!! more..Writing
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