Author Archives: Daniel Nee Poetry: Nee Deep Records ❤️❤️❤️

Walk from Bruce to Wallace street It’s a lovely day but crows fly here There is no Arthur’s seat But the Stirling bridge is always a treat Say hello to Wallace land It’s a place you’re always welcome It’s a place you can be empowered man Say hello to Wallace Land The friends you’ll haveContinue reading “Wallace Land”

Look at the shine on the sea It’s the sign in the breeze Just like when you dream Feel it on your knees It’s an otter on the rocks It’s the wet on your socks It’s the huge seagull flock It’s getting wet when your hot Wind blows like the wolf Swim so it’s allContinue reading “Oban Bay”

Walking with lights in the air The dark against the light The old town is the kingdom The new one is the singing place Look at the beautiful faces We’re here in 42B Baker Street Love the dream and see them stomping feet The patter of the pebbles When the latter is the rebel AlwaysContinue reading “42B Baker Street”

When you’re on the brick And everything has been wicked Take a look at this structure rickety This is the Atlantic Bridge We’re going to town on bus We won’t frown it’s just us Love your bus journey Have trust in the byrne here Tigh an Truish; house of trousers Isle of Lewis; hebcelt festContinue reading “The Atlantic Bridge”

This is a sacred forest It’s away from the sore ones The trouble is, it’s full of fun times A place you would always return We are among 100 year old pines They have been here since 9AD Doesn’t that sound crazy Birch, Palm, Oak, they say We love the soond of the birds TheyContinue reading “Dunkeld Pines”

Going on a ferry to the island It’s a long way in the silence Among this vast darkness Young people shout harkness Going to the place Easdale Island Live music and cheer awaits The folks hear the screams It’s the band they love then hate Electric, courageous and brave Set it sail and go onContinue reading “Easdale Island”

29th October Daylight heat melter, Sunshine an’ leaves swelter Sunsets sumptuous, Students fleein’ Swans rapturous, Blirting wee yins Look liftwart skysettin, find my sign, Plough, Sisters and Orion 30th October Find the inn, Greet its grin Far from sober, Folk tunes aplenty Note the bar sentry, He kens the gentry Twang of strings, Drink likeContinue reading “Wintumber (30th October 2013)”

This is a high kingdom You micht get a feeling Of long lost freedom Just stand and breathe it in Well there’s been wars here And everybody was feart Of the abundant soldiers He was here, there and everywhere It’s a love this rock It’s not fun when folk take a knock But that’s theContinue reading “Dalriada Kingdom (Dunadd Fort)”