Disillusioned
They always leave the bibles and the mirrors when they go...
The crofters and the farmers and the tenants of the land
It’s just about survival, what they can carry and what they know
The spirits that failed them can now fend for themselves
They always leave the bibles and the mirrors when they go
Their loved ones in the fields as they let go of their hands
As an anchor always ties them here and they’ll be back and fro
They are born of this their soil of this their land
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Andrew Charles Forrest (
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Lovely piece sir. Picture reminds me of Skye.
When they are gone, what thoughts accompany them through the years. Chased off their homesteads by capitalist lairds. Where do they end up.
Today we look at these ruins of their past with romantic eyes but the very existence in that land of those times must have been hard work for all.
Yes their souls haunt their lands.
Thank you DA Hard lives sadness remains
A fine write A. Is that your house after gale force winds - blew the roof off and the windows/doors out?! I was gonna come and stay a fortnight, but I don't fancy the look of that house this season. lol.
Orchi you're welcome anytime... I'll be out... No need for a key, as you can see... If you could, pop the roof back on when you leave
Sad reflective write but so captivating - much enjoyed the read.
Thank you Michael I don't know if you saw he mini series "Billy Connelly's Scotland? He interviwed an artist on the islands who drew inspiration from the empty crofts and was amased at the things people left... she placed all the bibles she had collected in a glass case... It was sad
Isn't it strange what touches us? Thanks for the read.
Yes I did see it and I recall the glass case full of bibles - and like you I found it so touching.
a fine write sir, a very fine write indeed
and one that makes one wonder, tis not so very long ago after all, is it... Regards to both you & your pen.... Neville
Thank you Neville... My frightened pen of age
I once had an angry pen of youth
I lost that pen
You are a gentleman
my sincere pleasure sir & true...
I can relate to your pen, or at least am beginning to..
N
Reminded me of appaclachia. Good emotionally effective write.
Thank you Alislinn you are very kind
thank you for the read I am sorry for apalachia too in that case
Very good emotive write Andrew, they are always there within their land.
Andy
Thanks for the read G
Hope all is well with you
Once this land too must have witnessed happier times, where farmers toiled and the craftsmen reveled in their work.
Nice subject
Thanks Suresh Sad... true lives destroyed by greed
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