Claire Hastie Poems
|5.||Farewell And Hello||6/15/2009|
|7.||The Death Of A Rose||6/22/2009|
|12.||The Light Stays On||8/16/2009|
|13.||The Drug Of A Good Man||8/16/2009|
|14.||The Red, Red Rose (In Good Ole Scottish Slang)||8/16/2009|
|15.||He Walks Alone||6/7/2009|
|16.||Under My Skin!||6/22/2009|
Comments about Claire Hastie
I watch him as he sleeps
Pure innocence wrapped in sheets
A tiny hand curls around teddy
His breathing low and steady.
I watch him as he plays
His smile makes my day
Childish laughter fills my ears
My beautiful son of only three years.
I always think how lucky I am
A child today but one day a man
Until that day comes, I shall do my best
To help him through life's crucial test
The beautiful land of life and soul
Green hills roll as far as shores
Here my heart will always lie
To the true love of my Scottish life.
My days are here to enjoy the past
Of many heroes that gave their best
Blood, guts and wars galore
Tormented souls we are no more.