Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,597 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

The Pipes Of Christmas Past - Poem by Mark Heathcote

The thistle-down rises
On the north winds blast
Old Scotland calls the pipes
The pipes of Christmas past

Snow on the snow fleeced-land
Where the grouse run rich
With the golden-hare
Beyond the fox's caverns lair

Beyond the Mull of Kintyre
Beyond the Irish sea
The pagan wood and the pagan tree
Is the heart world of Christianity?


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2012



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