‘O, Scotland’ by Clide Abersuwe The Society September 22, 2014 Humor, Poetry “Breathes there a man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my native land.” —Walter Scott I saw this stolid man stand tall, and obviously proud. He wore a bit of blue and white, o, Scotland, strong and stout. He looked like he had been through brawls; he had a brutal face; and yet about his hardened look, he had a touch of grace. I saw it at the edges of his shoulders, arms and back; I saw it in his hungry look, unsatisfied, alack. I saw it in his countenance. I saw it in his stance. Here was a mighty beauty who would neither preen nor prance. His hands akimbo at his waist, his legs out wide and sure. I hoped that he would stay with us. He made me feel secure. Featured Image: “Sir Walter Scott” by John Graham-Gilbert. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.