I am a Poet of the road,and follower of the Clans some in fact my adopted parents were amongst their many names such as the Stewarts,Best friends of life on the road were Old Sandy,Peggy,Davey Stewart,and others who also involved in bagpipes and old stories,, there isn't enough space here to name everyone,Scottish and Irish travellers whom I met and didn't I classed as my friends, Sutherlands,Mcdonalds,Mcphee's and many more.

My dislikes is English Royalty,London Government,,who have destroyed our Scottish soldiers history,

IM A PROUD SCOT ,,,,,,,,NOT BRITISH ANYONE WITH A PASSPORT CAN BE THAT, PROUD SCOTS AND IRISH ARE BORN.

TRIBUTE TO THE SCOTTISH SOLDIERS

Here's to the men of the Highland Division

From the time the world began.

And here's to the Pipes and Drums as they march

Each man to serve his Clan.

Remember the Seaforths, the Camerons, the Argylls,

The Black Watch, the Gordons with their cocky wee smiles,

The Cameronians, The Royal Scots and the KOSB,

The HLI, the Greys and the Bold Fusilier with a glint in his eee'.

Think of their honours, in battles they have won,

Think of the fathers, the brothers, the sons,

Think of the scars that we cannot see,

And the lands far away, that they have set free.

Now Honour these men from the present to the past,

With great pride in your heart and thoughts that will last.

------ UNWANTED

I don't know when it happened.

I don't know when she came,

But, she's the one I always knew,

Old Emma was her name.

She taught me how to tie my shoes.

She taught me how to talk.

And, though I can't remember,

I think she taught me how to walk.

When all the other kids in school

Would talk about Mom and Dad,

I wondered where my parents were,

That made me kinda' sad.

And, sometimes there were days I'd cry

Or hide my head in shame.

But old Emma took it all in stride,

And loved me all the same.

She'd wrap her arms around me,

And kiss me on the head.

She'd tell me that she loved me

When she tucked me into bed.

Being a teen, I remember the days

When being with friends was more fun.

And I wondered what it would have been like

To actually be a real mothers son.

To have a regular family

Some siblings, a mom, and a dad,

What had I done to deserve less than others?

Sometimes I felt so mad.

'It's alright, it's okay,' everyone would say,

'One day you'll understand why,

Life just isn't fair to everyone you see.

It's always okay to cry Jock

And when I went off to college,

I met the love of my life.

It was Old Emma who was the first I told

That I planned to make Mary my wife.

Few years later I'd become a father,

For that I could hardly wait.

To have a child of my very own,

And, to make old Emma a Grandma .

A little girl to share her name,

For all that she'd given me.

So much I owed to old Emma

But was out of luck it was a laddie

So he was called Bobby after my dad

As time passed and life grew short

I hoped old Emma knew

That it was her love and her support

That always got me through.

If I could tell her one more thing if they were alive today

'Thanks, a lot to old Bob my dad and old Emma is what I 'd say

For loving me and making me,

The man I am today,no the lassie that ye wanted

But a man tae protect ye both till yer old and grey.