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RETIRED TEACHERS ASSOCIATION
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA

AREA XI

 Mac McAnear's Poetry Collection 
Marion "Mac" McAnear's
Collection of Original Poetry
Poet Laureate of CRTA-AREA XI
Member - San Diego - Division 4

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"MACS of SCOTLAND"
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Written by Marion Mac McAnear

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THE MACS (4)

THE MACS (4)

The youngest never gave a hint
Of choice in nuptial bliss
Till a frisky girl with an auburn curl
Gave Matt her very first kiss!

Barely fifteen and a buxom lass
Brood of siblings home
Her daddy happy with her choice of mate
Relieved she wouldn’t roam!

In this small village in Virginia
Came patriots afar to plead
With these freedom-loving folk in America
To answer their country’s need!

England, bent on taming her children,
Nourished in freer air,
Scolded and attempted discipline
Finally used force in despair!

No bit fits a Scottish lad
Fiercest stallion never fought more
Inflexible authority rubbed the back raw
England caused an open sore!

The sad decline of the Celtic line
In Europe’s historical past
More the lack of leadership
Than the individual’s gritty cast!

Courage, a Celtic common thread
Bravado a frequent thing
Where’er a Gael was heard to roar
A foe felt anger’s sting!

In this verdant colonial land
Where England determined laws
A folk descended from Scottish glens
Responded to a common cause!

They asked in white hot heat
Could a king so arrogantly aloof
Control the lives of far-away people
Unhappy with their stifling roof!

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THE MACS (5)

THE MACS (5)

En masse these transplanted Scots arose
As in time of the Bruce
No quarter asked, none given
Little thought paid to a truce!

Resolute! Blood boiled up
Somebody to corral these Gael
By leaders respecting who they were
Knew they’d never fail!

If you were a man you didn’t hold back
At sound of a rolling drum
Mothers and daughters took over the work
As the men folk grabbed a gun!

Intense excitement all about
Tears and sentiment abounded
Partings sweeter since a common foe
And all alike were hounded!

“I’ll be back in no time at all”
This phrase oft repeated
“We’ll make the redcoats wish they were home
“Before their hearths were seated!”

In every war since time began
Life’s routine disappears
Whimsical fate governs instead
And heartaches extend the years!

‘Twas a noble cause
Just and requiring addressing
Good responding to evil’s ways
We had to teach them a lesson!

The shot heard ‘round the world
Aimed at a tyrant’s abuse
Hope for peaceful resolution dead
Time to light the fuse!

From surrounding farms and countryside
Came males of various ages
The younger the surer they were
Exuberantly free of their cages!

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  Mac McAnear - Author 
Mac McAnear
"Poet - Author"

Copyright © 2000-2001 - Mac McAnear - All rights reserved.

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