Sunday, January 25, 2015

Two Poems for Robert Burns Day

Love in the Highlands

The sunset o’er the Highland grass,
wildling heather and deep morass,
leads the soft step of my pure lass.
Onward to her sweet dear,
where he awaits in sailor brass
and my heart sheds a tear.

The Piper

The sweet song of the pipes will ring,
down the low road I am walking
my ending step and final spring.
Death hailed with a cold hand,
the closing touch its fate did bring.
Last farewell, my highland.

Copyright © 2013 by A. F. Stewart

Thursday, January 1, 2015

A Poem For The New Year

The Promise of Time

In youth, hails the promise of time,
and we ne’er heed the long bell’s chime
Salt air and wind, we voyage free,
chart our course, and we sail our sea

With years, we reach harbour, settle
whilst life’s trials test our mettle
From ticking clocks we cannot flee
Chart our course, and we sail our sea

Evening sun, near the horizon
the breeze is still, the passage done
Night will fall, in the echo’s lee,
chart our course, and we sail our sea

 I wish you a kinder sea
with brisk wind for your sail
and idle days beneath a fig tree

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