Random thoughts on home

I walk the trails through the fern

And I am home

I walk through deep green forests

And I am home

But none of this matters

When you are not there

Travels through the world of men

Causes much despair

To see the damage we may cause

To this glorious world

Mother Earth cries out to the gods

But they have faded into darkness

This blight called man and their faith

In the usurper , their one true god

Has divided man and destroyed 

Our bond and oath to her

The quest for wealth and power

Has broken our bond 

and in the same breath made us slaves

To the rich and the powerful

Who rape and pillage her

Here in this land of Alba

You feel so close

The heather covered hills

The deep fern covered cairns

The clear, clean lochs

I am home and I feel you sigh

My role to protect and preserve you

Culloden Battlefield

Scotland is an inspiring place, for me I have not felt so much at home in a long time. This weekend we visited Culloden and both my husband and I were unprepared for the emotions that were stirred.Why did I have tears streaming down my face as I placed some heather by the clan stone?

I write lyrics and some we use and some we don't, below is one which is appropriate to our weekend sojourn.

In my dream I wandered by,
and saw the flattened grass,
and as I walked I saw,
the graves of soldiers past.
I know not when they did die,
nor side that they fought for,
but I will sing their anthem,
and know they are remembered.

In my dream, the waters flow,
beneath the stone-wrought bridge,
and in those waters flowing deep,
lies many a sailor drowned.
I know not when they did die,
nor how they came to be here,
but I will sing their anthem,
and know they are remembered.

As I wake, I stumble past,
and see the heathered hills,
and as I walk I see,
the blood of Scotland's past,
I know not when I did cry,
nor how I came to be here,
but I will sing my lullaby,
and know they are remembered.