The Thistle


The Thistle

I grew a thistle but it died
Along with my hopes denied
For Independence, to be Free
for my Country and for me

I woke again this morn
With my hopes again reborn
Not one thistle on the ground
But a whole multitude around

the seeds my old thistle left
grew more children in its stead
Now there are thistles everywhere
And Independence in the air.

We shall reap that which we sow
A little faith is sure to grow
When we stand for what is right
All doubts and fears take flight

To stand tall and to be free
Social justice and liberty
Grasp the thistle if you dare
But of its thorns beware

For the Thistle has its pride
And it’s freedom shan’t be denied
It is a flower not a weed
and its independence it succeeds

Rod Macfarlane


About auldacquaintance

I am not a member of any political party. I am however a strong supporter of Scots Independence. Any views which I express in this Blog are purely my own. This Blog intends to be a place where I will be putting my views on Scots Independence. It will primarily concern itself with the upcoming Referendum In Scotland. However It will also be somewhat diverse in the range of day to day issues which are evident to me in modern day Scotland. Not all of it will be political, and indeed may take me off into avenues I am not even aware of yet. Please come and join in on this journey, and any comments are welcome provided they are not abusive! All the best from a new acquaintance! Rod
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2 Responses to The Thistle

  1. justinfenech says:

    I love how you softly married nature with politics. Great stuff. Good luck for Independence!

  2. Nice poem,thank you.I can only concur and share it around.

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