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Poetry from within


Tattered flags speak of a time long past

A coin into a deep well’s cast.

That wish for happiness, whatever comes

The wheel of fortune ever turns…

Though words may be a hollow thing-

Love’s promise -bounden by a ring.

The Drum Tower where no drumrolls heard-

The Crown adorns the sovereign’s head.

The falcons’ shadows on the lawn

The land where all are equal born.

No golden-round could ever be

More lovely than the roan-tree.

The Twill and Tweed of the Barrel Vault-

(Whose walls played host…to Scottish kings

and noble ghosts.)

No worthier guests have ever stood

Or danced beneath this vaulted roof.

A fitting- setting for groom and bride

The glorious Midlothian countryside.

Dalhousie Castle, the River Esk-

Our wishes that you, too, are blessed…

Commemorating Alexandre’ and Charles’s wedding…

Robert Carson