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Thread: Old Man of Wick Castle

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    Wink Old Man of Wick Castle

    Ae ould man 'o Week stan's proud and bold
    tho' his stons an' bon's are getting gey old
    his beard sweeps doon tae the northern shore an his steady e'en watches ae waves as they roar.
    He watches aye boaties as he did of old
    returning to port and back to the fold
    and over the lost one's in their last sleep
    he holds constant guard from his northern keep.
    To all of his sons so far away
    he will keep the faith and always be
    part of our heritage Castle at home
    we'll remember forever, wherever we roam.

    came across this poem and it made me feel very homesick. Ahhhh!
    Hope you like it all exiled Weekers.

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    where do you find your Caithness poems
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    Wink

    got lots of Caithness related books.
    Why- do you like or dislike them?

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    in case the answer was like here I go with another one.

    Wick Bay --Memories

    Oh! blow ye winds of Caithness that comes in from the wild North Sea
    and bring to us the memories of days that used to be.
    We remember when the boats returned with herring all silver and bright
    and the joy of the folk to greet them at the end of a long, long, night.
    We remember, the Royal Sovereign moored strong from helm to stern
    we remember the night one boat came back t'was "The Metha" -for them we mourn.
    She reached the harbour entrance and safety was in sight
    but the waves were too high and the seas too strong
    "The Metha" went down that night.
    And still we watch the harbour and look out on the open bay
    we pray for the one's who never came back
    and those still fighting the spray.

    (The Metha-- a Danish fishing vessel 1930's)

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