Just stepped outside
The air is deathly still
Not a sound
The calm before the storm
I know my life is quiet
But not like this
I can hear this stillness
Scotland true to form
People are gathering in houses
I saw a fellow getting bottles in
The gathering of the clan
It stands to reason
The Sassenach
Is coming o’er the hill
For Scots
This day of days is death or glory
Facing English foe
On English soil
We usually manage both
In one same story
Go down all guns blazing
Blood on soil
Brian Fahy
18 June 2021
Erris Poetry 