True and Free

History unfolds in truths inferred, oft patterned in flight of Hummingbird,                     

For a thousand years now it’s been told, when clashing cultures met in old

With painted faces your tribes inflict: the Gaels; the Britons; the Angles; the Picts

To rule each other and die for Crown, lineages lost, in blood abound.

For wherever the Falcon flies, relentless as the daily tides,

Without the wisdom of the Owl, our kin’s ideals be disemboweled

But freedom is like the meadow’s Bull, charging ahead of time in full,

The danger is to decathect, become enslaved in misery’s sect,

Under the stars the ancients saw, this firmament in times afar

That freedom gained is freedom loved, earned equal parts with Fist and Dove                   

Like the Phoenix to rise again, protected best with sword and pen

Truth oft needs a Rooster’s crow, not bloodied sword, nor piercing bow

Words and law will do instead, like Twinned Falcons high overhead

On a day before Chiefs and tabard, sword at rest, still in scabbard

What we say comes from the Heart, liberty and clan must never part.

If then by war or peace it be; forever lasting, we are True and Free!

CKWallace 2012