Reply #17: awaye doon the peat road... [View All]

[sweetheart]

sunk the tractor of my fathers time,
the horse of my grandfather,
muscled about in life so many rocks,
raising the sheep of englishmen.

But away'ee dooon the peat road,
lies the dream unresigned undiminished
nae put doon yer heavy load,
and let the lord her hand do finish.

Pounded doon like nails to a block of oak,
neocriminals en-slaved undead undying and rigid,
Awayee doon the peat road, that effulgient heart of life,
where all men are free, to put down their load.
And while they make wars in stupid places untold
whisky truths reflecting Orcadian cold.