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Diving into diverse poetic expressions.
Songs


Lost and Found
I was in a crowded place In a room with no one there You came into my life You came with things to share Music, pictures and poetry The things we both adore A written word, a soulful song And links to so much more I lost love, before it had begun I lost love, thought you were the one But found a friend, loyal & so true Yes, I found a friend, the day that I found you Daytime’s here, it slowly passes As I am waiting for the night For that’s when we’re together That’s the time t
Ian Robertson
Oct 141 min read


Iron in the Blood, Steel in the Sky
They dropped into the caissons deep Where iron walls held back the sea Mud and rock beneath their feet Where every breath came painfully The briggers walked the narrow beams No harness there to stop their falls Icy winds tore at their skins Above the tidal squalls Iron in the blood steel in the sky We built a giant so it never dies Red as the dawn strong as the tide The Forth Bridge stands and we stand by its side Young lads worked with red hot steel With rivets flying
Ian Robertson
Oct 71 min read


For Charlie and Scotland
Oh gather ye shadows of clans long ago The tartan’s once blazing now faded and low Their echoes still haunt through valley and glen Of honour and heart in the swords of brave men MacDonalds and Frasers, McLeods were all brave The Robertsons stood where the white banners wave Camerons, Gordons, McGregors they came All fought for a Kingdom through blood and through flame The clans showed their courage their banners held high For freedom and honour they’d fight till they die
Ian Robertson
Sep 182 min read


Samba in the Highlands, Pipes in the Sun
From the cobbled streets of Edinburgh town To Sao Paulo nights where the stars fall down I carry two skies in the beat of my chest One wild with wind, one warm with zest And every time I cross that ocean wide I feel both places pulling at my stride Let the pipes start calling through the samba sway Let the drums keep rolling like a Highland day Raise the rhythm high, let the two worlds run Samba in the Highlands, pipes in the sun Two hearts dancing, beating as one Samba in th
Ian Robertson
Jun 112 min read
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