by Robert Anderson

Created on: November 18, 2008

The Stranger

"Who is this that stand here man?

Show yourself for what's your plan?

My eyes are dim within this span

Come into the light or else be gone"

"Anderson sir, I've travelled long

I come with nothing but heart and song

Heavy enough, alone in mind

Where battles rage between our kind"

Anderson? your highland clan

I can't be seen here with you man

"Your a Jack bite, I'll have no worth

You'll bring the English to our girth

They will burn us out with mouths to feed

This is trouble I diner need "

"Aye, troubles sir is all but done

At Culloden field the English won

I wondered proud that morning sun

Where starving cold refused to run

And silent now where stood their ground

In peace and rest have surely found

Their freedom mapped and profoundly bound

For centuries beyond this blood soaked mound

Will rally cries through hearts and mind

To search them out, in all to find

A strength in all, that's one in kind

When tyranny swamps to have us blind"

" Aye, ye have the makings of a poet

But by your looks, one would not know it

And your attire disna show it

Wounded knee and covered in mud

Claymore soaked in English blood

Your kilt has seen the last of thread

Your eyes reflect the long lost dead

But pray do tell within this dread

Before I let you pass this door

Before I feed you from my store

Where lies the worth when all is said?

As dead are dead within your stead

Now hunted and bound for barn and shed

I wonder to worth when all is read?"

"You mention worth as gain or substance

As you would crops in grown abundance

But what are crops without the seeds

That grows the grain and tends your needs

To feed and shelter in winters rain

That builds your strength to plant again

And planting more where space may be

Till fields are more than eyes can see.............?

Well sir, I am that seed that lives"

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