STEPH: Who's your favorite poet?
PAISLEY: My
favorite poet is William Blake. I like his philosophy and was quite touched
when I read this first part of Auguries of Innocence":
“To
see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
― William Blake
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
― William Blake
My
poem shows the love a young Scottish boy has of his homeland after he's grown
up in a new land and with new parents. Mountains Chiseled from Stone is the
only poetry I've written so far. It's spoken by my hero Declan Grainger in my
first book, Night Angel.
Mountains
Chiseled from Stone
In
lands rising so close to heaven,
Scots
hear the flutter of angels' wings,
Flying
over mountains chiseled from stone.
Bagpipes
echoing from glen to glen,
Gather
men to band as fighting forces,
To
save their mountains chiseled from stone.
Highland
mists settling across rich forests,
Blessing
countrysides filled with lochs and glens,
Gracing
the mountains chiseled from stone.
My
heart still feels the call of this land,
Where
my mother taught me to love and grow,
To
stand tall in the mountains chiseled from stone.
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Good mornng, Stephanie. Thank you for having me and my poem as guests on your blog today.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. I could honestly feel the wind blowing through my kilt. Loved Night Angel. Looking forward to many more adventures in Paradise Pines.
ReplyDeleteGood morning Paisley, I would haven been here earlier, but I can to work today. Thanks so much for sharing your poem with us. I love the expression and the word play in the refrain. The last stanza is so heartfelt it touches the soul.
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Steph
Nice Highland capture :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Stephanie. The poem came directly from my heart as it's the way I feel about Scotland.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ella. The place stole my heart while I was looking.
ReplyDeleteAye! Lassie. Nice Poem.
ReplyDeleteHow nice of you to say, Michael. I appreciate you stopping to read it.
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