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Caithness

Caithness

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Published by Charlie Gregory
Time Passes
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Published by: Charlie Gregory on Feb 06, 2011
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 CAITHNESS
 
GLOSSARYbroch
= Pictish Towers (Ancient Monuments)sepulchral weals
= Ancient burial moundsghostly druid-stones
= Druidical Standing Stones and Stone CirclesClearance
= Highland Clearancesflimsy boxes
= Pretentious new housing, staggeredhiggledy-piggledgy to peep between neighbouringhouses for a piece of the view.fresh and eager crop
= Youthpeaty-flows
= Flow Country. The w
orld’s largest blanket bog
, with adelicate eco-system.foreign firs
= (a) Non-native trees, planted by speculators, which. upset the balance of nature.(b) In
comers.
 
 
CAITHNESS
He falls and snuggles like a lover to the floor;dreams spilling from the bottle in the weathered hand.Beyond the door, dead brochs lie buried on the moor.Forebears are but sepulchral weals upon the land.Dreams spilling from the bottle in the weathered hand,where ghostly druid-stones gather for the moon-dance.Forebears are but sepulchral weals upon the land,grey-tombs, blending with the plunder of the Clearance.Where ghostly druid-stones gather for the moon-dance,frail farmer huddles in the shelter of the dell;grey-tombs, blending with the plunder of the Clearance,as flimsy-boxes march in fashion on the swell.Frail farmer huddles in the shelter of the dell.The peasant wearies of the burden of the toil,as flimsy boxes march in fashion on the swell,to shoulder for the view they one-day will despoil.The peasant wearies of the burden of the toil, just as a fresh and eager-crop spring from the seedto shoulder for the view they one-day will despoil,aware the time has come to take the misty-lead.Just as a fresh and eager-crop spring from the seed,out on the peaty-flows the foreign-firs take hold,aware the time has come to take the misty-lead,with roots deep-nourished by the corpses in the mould.Out on the peaty-flows the foreign-firs take hold.Beyond the door, dead-brochs lie buried on the moor.With roots deep-nourished by the corpses in the mould,he falls and snuggles like a lover to the floor.

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