My Dream

It was a couple of nights ago that I had my dream. It's not the kind Iv'e had before, it was weird and sad.

It was about this little bird I had found, but when I looked at it again I was shocked to find it was a baby eagle.

So I took it home and fed it till it got a little bit older.

Then, one afternoon I heard this thud at my window, which gave me the shock of my life to see the mother of the baby eagle.

Then she disappeared into thin air.

She never did come back for Hunter, which I called him, so I kept Hunter but knew I had to let him go one day.
So, I decided to take him to a place called Barmaddy, which is a farmhouse we go to now and again. Galgael is doing it up, so I took him there to set him free.

It broke my heart, but was happy to see him fly around but anytime I went back there I always saw hunter. So that was my dream- one i will never forget.


Rosie

Big Braw Boats

We are Birlinn
The seagull saunter
With a swan glide
We expose the heart
As we pick up stragglers
Cast adrift
Sailing onward
Richer
Richer "for a' that".
Rab!
Ye were richt
Its comin'yet!

Alan T.

(Pic. Orcuan on the Firth of Clyde 2008)

Wan o' the Crew.

Galgael, GalGael,
Make your boat,
And watch it sail,
Going far and sometimes near,
Brave like Scotland.
Have no fear,
The butt n' ben,
Is very near,
Jaggy thistles,
And lucky heather,
This boat will
Last in any weather,
GalGael forever.

James McLauchlan

Extract from "Fight or Flight" , A collection of GalGael writings compiled by Chris Adams

Our people dispersed
Culture eclipsed
The colourful plaid
Outlawed discarded

Colonial migration programs enforced
The commercial curse
The land is sold and nature is raped
Exploited by the beasts

Our remnants
make profits
the Iscariot way

The land needs people
To love and care for it
Repair and heal it

The Bright Ones of these Isles
Must fight the good fight
End the marketing of our kingdom

Viking, Roman, Saxon
Germanic plunder
Before the day is done
We must battle through
Burn their strongholds

Bring them to the alter
There is only one God

Swords pride greedy riots
Hacking the tree of life
We are coming to judge
The present situation
The Bright Ones of these Isles

Colin MacLeod.

Out of the darkness

Out of the darkness, into the warm sunlight,
I'm finally believing the thoughts in my head are right,
but time moves on and the heart's still strong,
I know I can't change it,
Or put right what once went wrong,
But I believe in miracles i believe in something pure
I believe with faith in mind, nothng can harm you anymore.

There comes a time when you realise
That you are searching for answers
Then clarity burns in your heart
You open your eyes, see for the very first time.
Everyones life is riddled with mines.
But I believe in miracles.
I believe in something pure.
I believe with faith in mind, nothing can harm you anymore.

The light shines on the darkness
But darkness turns his face
The light like a child he reaches out
But the darkness refrains its embrace.

Big George.

Eternal Clann

(forgive us Rabbie, we love you dude)

If distinction the Creator maks’
Twixt’ those amang the masses
The fowk wha go wi’ guid intent
Rank highest o’ the classes

Through honest work an’ skill o’ hand
In Natures celebration -
Respect o’ Life, and kinship
Bequeathed doon generations

Whit can ye gie? whit can ye tak?
Whit hae ye for the table?
Broth an’ breid we hae tae share
Tae mak’ ye strong an’ able

O’ heart fire that unites us a’
Gie spirit, warmth and nurture
An’ courage tae embrace sic grace
Love is the only culture

The myth o’ progress shackles man
To war against the earth
Noo’s the hour tae break the chains
An’ recognise oor worth

Then unicorn shall wander free
Spirit now unfettered
The plans o' men enslave their souls
But the Clann can ne'r be bettered




Tam and all the Plane Castle posse

Mother Alba

Mother Alba
Crashing chilled tumults define your form
Mists crown your high places.
Lochans adorn your sylvan neck
Strung together by the bracing gale
That breaks on your coat of birch, hazel and pine.

Mother Alba
Your children unite with the soaring birds
And creatures among the shading oaks
Or vigilant stag on the high ridge.
We joyously share in your bounty,
Our spirits sing on beholding you.

Mother Alba
You have shaped us in your image
You have made of us adventurers
Forged upon your high seas and mountains
To survive where others flounder
And to honour you from afar

Mother Alba
Our wanderings bring us back to you
Like the greylag and salmon
In the name of progress some would exploit you
But you lay low their mightiest works with gentle flowers
We who cherish you are your children

Mother Alba
You are wild and beautiful
And none can possess you
But our hearts are yours
Your spirit gives us life
Land of the soul, Mother Alba

Tam.