Glencoe Massacre 1692

 

Dark brooding peaks, forever weeping.

From crags and burns tears tragically seeping.

At dead of night traitorous murderers came creeping,

Macdonalds to slaughter whilst they were sleeping.

2 Comments

  1. Phil

    Short, succinct, precise. And it rhymes, so ’tis a proper poem!

    Reply
    • Lynne

      Pah!

      Reply

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