Heart Of The Matter
Freedom
I went to Stirling,
Stood on the bridge,
And listened,
No sound,
Apart from the river,
Rolling gently below,
I stepped into history,
Just a bridge,
A river,
And a battlefield of old,
And high on a hill,
The monumental tower,
For this is Wallace country,
In the Land of Kings,
And fabled Knights,
Of castles and crowns,
And a nation proud,
I am struck by the beauty of it all,
Peaceful,
In late summer sunshine,
It is difficult to imagine,
The bloodshed,
Rivers running red,
In years long past,
Alone on the bridge,
I close my eyes,
I can see and I feel,
And now, I understand,
Freedom.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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