GOLDEN EAGLE
(Some readers were deterred by the use of Scottish Gaelic in the first run so I've turned the poem on its head)
The Ruler of Scottish Skies
Oh, Golden Eagle,
King of the
Scottish mountain,
Soar above the
slaughter.
To rule over the
glen,
Waterfall and
heather,
With black grouse
lain deep within,
To taste your
talons again.
EIN BUIDHE
Cuilfianoch ein
buidhe,
Fiath as te
Albannach beinn,
Teach os cionn te
ar oillteil.
Am riaghailt abhos
tel glean,
Cadan-Uisge is
fraoch beir,
Le coileach dubh
suil am broinn,
Am blais te gioray
spear a- riltiest.
***
Phil Hall April
2013
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