Highlander
I am tight on the ground
Rooted to the ground with a karst stone
Tossed by the wind
Burned by the sun
I stand on my ground
Every stone remembers my ancestors
Their footsteps and the sacred lineage of the highlanders.
This stone remembers and I can't back down from anyone
I'm standing and waiting for you
Millennium and more I have met many
All of them got what they deserved
I’m drenched in blood still with a smile
Still standing and not giving up.
I am the son of these crags and stones
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falcon_mn (
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Comments1
great imagery
thanks for sharing
(heritage, can be a strength
or a weakness
like anything, what we do
with it
defines it...)
Thank you Mek
My country Montenegro has some similarities with Scotland
Even nowadays when you mention the Montenegrin family name we know exactly where someone comes from, we know to which clan belongs, etc.
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