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- the window on my world -
I see Hamilton and beyond
(comforting and familiar).
A chronicled melting pot
of Celts, Romans, Scots,
Vikings and Normans;
religious reformers and non-reformers.
And out of this pot we stand
a much of a muchness,
with our history etched
upon the landscape.

That old Roman road which
long ago lead everywhere,
now leads nowhere,
but still beckons onwards - defiant.

The Netherton cross carved with
the hopes and struggles of Celtic life,
stands proud and enduring
in a post-reformation churchyard.

The feudal bastion that is Bothwell castle
unashamedly flaunts its scars from
siege after siege after siege,
and looks down majestically on the diuturnal
- the river Clyde - the all-seeing one
winding its course to the open sea.

This chiselled panorama of ambition
bequeathed by those who settled here
and those who passed through;
proclaiming their intentions
still visible on each Roman paving stone,
each Celtic cross, each castle wall.

The river watched
and bathed their dreams in immortality.

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Footprints

Contributed by spud on Friday, 25th October 2013 @ 10:16:49 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

From my bedroom window
- the window on my world -
I see Hamilton and beyond
(comforting and familiar).
A chronicled melting pot
of Celts, Romans, Scots,
Vikings and Normans;
religious reformers and non-reformers.
And out of this pot we stand
a much of a muchness,
with our history etched
upon the landscape.

That old Roman road which
long ago lead everywhere,
now leads nowhere,
but still beckons onwards - defiant.

The Netherton cross carved with
the hopes and struggles of Celtic life,
stands proud and enduring
in a post-reformation churchyard.

The feudal bastion that is Bothwell castle
unashamedly flaunts its scars from
siege after siege after siege,
and looks down majestically on the diuturnal
- the river Clyde - the all-seeing one
winding its course to the open sea.

This chiselled panorama of ambition
bequeathed by those who settled here
and those who passed through;
proclaiming their intentions
still visible on each Roman paving stone,
each Celtic cross, each castle wall.

The river watched
and bathed their dreams in immortality.

----

Copyright © spud ... [ 2013-10-25 10:16:49]
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Re: Footprints (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 25th October 2013 @ 10:36:27 PM AEST
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((((( TOMMY )))))

This reads like a painting and I personally think it's brilliant.

It so made me want to come and see these pieces of history.

Thank you.

Re: Footprints (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Saturday, 26th October 2013 @ 01:27:17 PM AEST
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If Scotland was promoted by heart then everyone would be going there right now. Comforting and familiar we have waited too long for writing I can never get enough of.

Re: Footprints (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 26th October 2013 @ 11:59:55 PM AEST
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extremely poetic, historic, upon stilts, looking back towards the same old pathways.
Made me wonder a lot about my Irish ancestry and its characteristic way of flourishing sorrow to take the peoples collective pulse.
This reminds me of pressure to recite a poem in front of a live audience. Like a pin drop, silence. Only the poets thoughts remind us all of this same old road we continue to go down.

You did a really good job on this one! You look down from the applause, then up. The audience stands to their feet, some crying in the crowd. Nothing changes... is what I think you meant to say. If I was an English Professor at an expensive school I'd probably give you an A+ for figuring it out, but that you already knew!
Peace!

Re: Footprints (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Sunday, 27th October 2013 @ 06:53:17 AM AEST
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Spud,

a vivid and deeply sincere homage to your local history and its modern child. Here we are, because of all of that. Somehow our modern life doesn't seem to have the same zing, but I guess I'll take the comfortable predictability of our time, because its mine. Still, the pagan wolf howls in my blood, sometimes (and yours too, I think).

S.

Re: Footprints (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Thursday, 27th February 2014 @ 08:01:52 PM AEST
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wow, excellent write, beautiful images and great insight and flow,

hugs n' love nessa

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