Legacy

Legacy

A Poem by Chris Shaw

wild heather in the highlands
lay thick across the vista
a purple headed carpet
spread wide before my eyes
the sky a raspberry sorbet
the loch a lake of echoes
and there the sound of bagpipes
a lonesome piper playing
drowned out the calming silence
he stood there serenading
pink ripples on the water
my love he turned towards me
it was a tender moment
a tender tender moment
a tear fell from his eye
swamped by the sense of history
the castles and the battles
the wretched cries of battle
the clan men clashed in battle
like every conflict since then
no matter the location
the loss is overwhelming
division more division
no winners only losers
this heart is done with clashes
this heart is done with battles
the nails are in the coffin
what’s left a bridge of sighs



© 2025 Chris Shaw


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Aye lass. Ye fair ken how tae tell a tale!
Leaves me wondering if those poor ukranians on the front line of an INVASION are reminiscing over past new years celebrations or perhaps thinking of the next time they'll get to celebrate.
And the tyrant that started it is nowhere near the battlefield, living a luxury he doesn't deserve and will hopefully be held to account soon.
I hope the next war is avoided by forcing those who would send their own to fight it, slug it out in a cagefight to the death instead. Just think of the revenue made from screening it live! 😃

Posted 3 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Months Ago

And the wars continue, sadly. Hoping very much for a peaceful 2025 Lorry. All the best to you in the.. read more
…wild heather… is a aromatic carpet that speaks from days long ago. As it whispers over the loch.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Months Ago

Thank you dear Cherrie. Happy new year.

Chris

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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