Legacy

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