Woven Together

Woven Together
by Mary Bell Thornton

A kilted Jacobite warrior at Culloden cried
druim nan deur druim nan deur
The battle cry ringing across the marsh
painted tartan on The Ridge Of Tears

Cleared from The Highlands
kith and kin crossed the seas
to Auld Reekie of the south
gaps of death perforated their ranks
wives and bairns buried
under Dingwallian stones

um spiro spero our motto
while I breath I hope

Nau mai haerei mai

Out of a dour Presbyterian clan
came Hillside artisans who birthed
poets artists and minstrels

The Beating of the Retreat
in Edinburgh drew my tears
So too a pōwhiri in Whakatū

I have no claim to iwi or hapū
but still I’m rich in this land Aotearoa
with genes Scottish and English
garnished with kaupapa Māori

The Gaelic toast Slàinte Mhath (Slan jah va)
bids you good health

Tēnā tātou katoa

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