~ 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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