~ Ancestor's Lament ~
Last night the ancestor's voices carried me back a thousand years
They told of another land,
Another people,
Another trail of tears
I heard ancient warrior's lift their voices in angry battle cry
I saw bloody swords in foreign hands held high
I saw their homes a burning
Heard the women and children's cries
I saw the tears of anger in Celtic warrior eyes
Foreign hands had taken their lands
And sold them for tainted gold
Driving the women and children
Into a bitter winters cold
Pipes that stirred Celt's hearts to fight
Forbidden throughout the land
Yet their braes could be heard
Cross the moors late at night
I see in the pale moonlight across the moor
The spirits of those who so boldly
Fought for home and family in ancient war
As they come closer I feel their pride
And know through my many war trails
They have always been at my side
Defiant then, defiant still
Tears of pride fall from my eye
As those ancient pipe braes
Echo down from the hill
Now locked forever down deep inside
Are my Celtic heritage and my Celtic pride
Ernie Smiling Hawk
©
2004 used with permission
with
greatest respect to all my ancestors
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Midi "Only Our Rivers Run Free" from Frank Lennon's Irish Midi's
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