EL&SD is posting the new poem written by George Gunn. It highlights the continuing iniquity of land tenure in Scotland.



Your country is sold off

in 45,000 acre parcels

at £25 million a go

by the inventor of the sticky back label

who bought it from

a down on his luck laird

who in turn bought it off

a minor psychopathic pirate chief

who covered the ground in blood

& at the point of a sword

claimed your country as his own

as the people were moved abroad

or cut down like fields of hay

& fed to the giant white horse of history

your country is weeping

your country is singing

the pibrochd of the land

the clarsach of the sea

the piob mor of justice

our declaration is the Tree of Strings

with the strath full of a strange

& ancient language

which comes out of the ground

& is covered in pollen

& the dust from a butterflies wing

some 50,000 years ago

when someone laid flowers on a grave

your country is ceremony & memory

but is your country still

passed on through civilisations

from Iron Age brochs

to the primary school playing fields

where the laughter of bairns

nourishes the ground

like sunshine & rain

they claim nothing but their lives

their joy

your country these voices

stretching out over the landscape

& the sea

back to the oak grove

forwards to the shore



also see:-

Ode to the Scottish Republic

What happens when it stops raining? – from the Province of the Cat

The Winds of Change at Gartymore