Christian
Rothesay War Memorial (Bute) Amid a scene in perfect green where travellers stop to rest Stands an angel looming down Upon the corner's breast Yet somewhere upon another shore by boats and crashing waves. Far away from pit and tomb, Men spend their heavenly days And in the splendid sunshine comes a group to lay a wreath yet what memories do we have for children to bequeath? Of death and war upon the pit? Amidst the battle cries? Or angels pointing upward when we lay down our sighs Away from death and pity trips with fake smiles and flowers sad And turn to love the neighbour who needs a word so glad If a shadow of this place comes rolling by your mind it serves as a reminder to give and love sublime Joseph McTaggart