THE FOREST GREEN: Ticonderoga! (warning.. long poem! )    
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pictureFriday, June 18th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer

This is based on a true story.


Summer lay still on Cruachan hill in 1755,
The Laird of Inverawe, the Campbell came,
Tae walk ‘mongst the fleur and green.
Sweetness in the air hung heavy about,
Nature sang to all the life untame.
Upon the hill was a fleeing figure seen,
Falling upon Inverawe with a ragged shout.
“Sanctuary Laird or I’ll not stay alive!”

To a secret cave they hastened quietly alone.
“Wallace and Bruce once used this place.”
He said as they in the foxhole did crawl.
Macniven clutched and clung to the Campbell plaid,
And did whimper and hide his bloodied face.
The Laird promised to return by next nightfall.
Thinking the man had been driven half-mad,
With ponderous great sins for which to atone.

A messenger waited for his Laird’s command.
His foster brother had been murdered that eve.
“Macniven is his name my Laird, he fled this night.”
Inverawe was frozen with a horror and hatred filling,
The promise he had made the man made him twice grieve.
Upon his bed a cold crept upon him to make him fright,
His fair brother stood before him, his eyes to see unwilling,
Sad and bloodied he did reach out his wraithlike hand.

“Inverawe, Inverawe, shield no the murderer,
For blood must flow for blood that’s cold.”
Shaking the Campbell did tremble at the sight.
The shade it went and the night did pass by,
And the Inverawe did always a promise hold.
The man was still in yonder cave that night.
When he returned he once ‘gain heard the cry.
“Inverawe, Inverawe, shield no the murderer!”

Come daybreak did he haste to the man that hid,
“I can shield ye no longer, I’ve saved ye thrice.
Hoping that he’d be spared the vengeful shade,
Yet at the appointed time did it appear to him,
"I have warned you once, I have warned you twice;
It is too late now. At Ticonderoga your fate is made.
There we shall meet.” After that he did uncanny fade
Of that horrific memory he was ne’er rid.

Next day the man was gone from the cave.
Haunted was the Laird and as a weight it wore.
Though spirit ne’er again broke his slumber,
Yet a somber visage he bore sadly then on.
Called he was to fight on yonder Yankee shore,
To add his own courage to the fighting number.
Would Ticonderoga be there with the dawn,
And the wraith be there to lead him to his grave?

Not Ticonderoga was the answer they gave.
Fort Carillon was its name they assured,
Was where their efforts would be engaged.
Ne’er they’d tell him the Indian name.
At every turn the truth they deferred.
The French bore down and battles raged,
Ticonderoga had its claim to fame.
The casualties were brutal and grave.

The 42nd Highland Regiment was held in reserve,
Inverawe and his son fought well that day.
With claymore did they havoc wreak.
No match for artillery and cannon burst.
The Campbell was found where he lay,
By Colonel Grant, who heard him speak.
Knowing then and fearing the worst.
And did the brave one’s words preserve.

“This is Ticonderoga! You deceived me!”
“For I have seen his ghastly face and icy stare.”
Lost in this battle both Campbell father and son,
And in Scotland the village did in despair cry.
For in the sky that very time in the clouds so fair,
They saw before their eyes a horrific phenomenon.
Before them brave men did wretchedly die.
“This is Ticonderoga! You deceived me!”

“Inverawe, Inverawe, shield no the murderer,
For blood must flow for blood that’s cold.”
Summer lay again still on Cruachan hill,
The mist curled oddly as the evening came.
And the Inverawe did always a promise hold,
For those words are remembered still.
They were the words of the Laird’s deep shame:
“Inverawe, Inverawe, shield no the murderer!”

© July 15, 1999 Marissa A Spencer




18 Jun 2004 @ 04:52 by shawa : Extraordinary
Truly. :-)

For the curious : that´s a "claymore"...


aye indeed! innit perty?  

18 Jun 2004 @ 05:19 by jmarc : aye
claymore heheh.
Yeah, aquired one lately, King Claymore two handed job, complete with clovers on the Quillions, just like that one. Too big to swing around indoors though. Sucker's heavy too!  

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