Laurence Overmire


Culloden Moor,16 Apr 1746 - Poem by Laurence Overmire

Face to the wind in bitter cold
Beards crusted with ice
Gray eyes steeled in fierce rebellion
No foreign blade to master
The proud beating of a stout Highland heart.

The kilted clans had banned together
MacDonald and Fraser, Cameron and Stewart
A Bonnie Prince to lead them
Outnumbered, yet undaunted
Flags defiantly unfurled
A shaft of courage to drive sweet freedom
Home.

The bagpipe sounds its thrilling tune
The ranks in line of tartan shield
English cannon pounding
From generation to generation
Father and son
Kinsman and brother
A slow steady advance and

Charge!

Across the sodden moor
Broadswords waving
Over the blood-stained ground
A gallant fight of hand-to-hand
And death
At last succumbing
An hundred years and more…

No more.

The final thrust of grim Fate’s story
Here
Upon a Scots grave field of
Honor.


Comments about Culloden Moor,16 Apr 1746 by Laurence Overmire

  • (3/20/2006 8:57:00 AM)


    I grew up 20mins away from Culloden moor and I don't think there's a Highlander alive who wouldn't be moved by this haunting tribute. You've given me goosebumps!
    Hugs
    Anna xxx
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  • (3/13/2006 7:41:00 PM)


    Laurence: What are the chances?
    So enjoyed your battle poem, I thought you might just enjoy mine, as well.
    Thanks, Sandra

    The April Waters Nairn

    I would dance by the river,
    I would dance on the shore,
    I would sing you every song I know,
    kick up my skirt just to see you smile,

    just to see the moon glow
    shining in your summer eyes,
    shining full of promise,
    shining bright with passion;

    But, where are my tomorrows?

    Gone, gone to battle with the rising sun,
    I would hide you from that scorched star,
    that blood star flaming red across
    the horizon of my sorrows,
    hold you tighter and pray for rain;

    Do you feel how fierce this fire burns?
    Here, now,
    I would lay down my heart for you,
    I would lay down my body,
    and we could live a hundred years
    before morning.

    Sandra
    4/14/02


    April 16,1746
    The Battle of Culloden
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011


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