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'Th' Auld Scottish Staine' ©

This poem was written after a stay in St Andrews, Fife. I was there on work related business. At all times of day and night I would walk down to the Old Course to be by the coast. I would stand and listen to the tranquil sounds of the waves and watch as the sea covered the stones.

My dad, Cecil Bennet Kennedy, was born in Fife and he never knew his birth mother. This information alone activated my thoughts so much so that 'Th' Auld Scottish Staine' was relatively easy to write. It should be read as if the sea and the land are in conversation with me.


Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Wolverhampton, England
2002

What should I be thinking?
Or should I say,
As I stand on the coast
At St Andrews Bay.

The homeland of golf
The American voice,
They come to the Kingdom
They come of their choice.

As the waves cover over
The old Scottish stone,
A thought in my mind
A feeling of home.

For Fife a flame will burn,
As long as I live I will learn.
Where I was from and who I am,
What is the blood?
That runs through this man.

Like the flags I am flying
Like the stones I am grey,
I've a bold Scottish passion
That won't wash away.

St Andrews a town that's so proud,
A voice in the wind that speaks loud.
'THE BLOOD IN THAT MAN IS STILL STRONG,
TO REMEMBER YOUR ROOTS IS NOT WRONG'.

The clouds may get heavy
The stones may be grey,
The sea tells St Andrews
'HE WON'T WASH AWAY'

So you tell the Kingdom
And tell all your shores,
'It's as much as it's mine
As it is yours'.

The Kingdom now answers;
WHY DON'T YOU LEARN?
WHY DON'T YOU FORGET US?
WHY DOES YOUR HEART YEARN?

'How can I forget you?
I've blood in this land,
Have they stood where I'm standing
And walked on this sand?
Have they breathed what I'm breathing,
This brisk Scottish air?
Why did they not want him?
Why did they not care?

'THEY MAY HAVE LOVED HIM
THOUGH HE DID NOT KNOW',
'But did someone hurt,
To let that boy go?'

'He was born in your land
And he grew strong',
'I am his son
And I know I belong'.

'The stones may get heavy
The clouds may be grey',
'YOU'VE A BOLD SCOTTISH PASSION
THAT WON'T WASH AWAY'.

The sun slowly shines over Fife...
It cuts through the clouds like a knife,
It shines on this glorious land
The sea and the beautiful sand.

'So you tell the Kingdom
And tell all your shores,
It's as much as it's mine
As it is yours'.

St Andrews Bay now glistens,
As the sea hits the land it listens.
Although I stand here all alone,
They won't cover over
This old Scottish stone.



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