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Flora McDonald
Flora McDonald
Her name was Flora McDonald
This fine lass from history
Ferried Bonnie Prince Charlie
‘cross a ragin’ sea
At first a wee bit wary
Na sure she wished to bother
But agreed to do it when persuaded
By fiancee and stepfather…
A plan was hatched
And in servant’s ‘guise
Prince Charlie fled
Towards the Isle of Skye
The tiny row boat floundered
It seemed as if for days
Through the howling winds
Upon tempest tossed waves
Landing was made at Rudha Phrionnsa
Now called Prince’s Point
In the mor’a they travelled to Portree
Hid in a cottage over night
Upon reaching their destination
And taking many a chance
Flora r’turned back home…
The Prince went on to France
They bid each other fare thee well
Then the prince reached in his pocket…
Gave Flora a gift to remember him
His portrait in a locket
She paid the price for courage
To the Tower she would go
Yet her name went down in history
For everyone to know
©2005
All Rights Reserved
Susan D.
check out the link below that was the inspiration for this prose....
http://www.highlanderweb.co.uk/wallace/bonnie.htm
more will be coming of this writing.
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In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again, for now I find
The phantom of the opera is there...inside my mind
Christine/ Phantom Of The Opera
Abondon thought and let the dream decend....
Point of No Return/Phantom Of The Opera
You will forever remain the music
And I…the song you sing
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