There was a time
Two hundred years ago,
When Englishmen
Filled with fear,
Decided to crush the Scottish pride.
They banned wearing the
Kilt under penalty of death,
They determined to destroy
The Scotsman's heritage,
To wipe out its remembrance
From the Earth.
After thirty years they appeared
To have won.
And yet, the chapter is not
Closed, the story is not through,
For many ill-loved Scots
Fled to America and helped
Make her great,
With courage and intellect,
They led America forward.
With Scottish blood
Flowing in the
Heart of America's
Progress and growth.
So, I wear the tartan with pride,
And remember oppressed
Ancestors from long ago,
Forced to wear English pants.
I wear the Kilt
With its plaids shown clear,
Because it reminds me
Of my heritage
Of the men who came,
Built a new land
Leaving us a Republic
So that we could always
Keep freedom alive
Very nice poem, Keyes. You have more, I hope. : )