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Scotland Drawn and quartered he was Wallace was To a foreign king to beg Wallace was With one utterance in reply Wallace was The Scotland I know and love unrecognized If not harbored in that one word Wallace said F R E E D O M |
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Let us hope the Scots have not forgotten the meaning so held dearly when they vote this next day
on their independence. JCH
This Poem was Critiqued By: Marcia L McCaslin On Date: 2014-10-06 13:41:14
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James, I don't know the history of this person "Wallace" or how he relates to Scotland--but any poem that begins with Drawn and quartered he was, my goodness, gets my attention. I take it Wallace was a patriot who died for freedom (maybe of speech?). Anyway, to sum up the poem, I love the grisly beginning (I do) and I love the form you've chosen, the way you have a pillar with FREEDOM at its base and 'wings' or 'shelves' coming out. The eye is held captive on this one. Thanks for posting.