Here lies our land

Here lies our land
Here lies our land: every airt 
Beneath swift clouds, glad glints of sun,
Belonging to none but itself.

We are mere transients, who sing 
Its westlin’ winds and fernie braes, 
Northern lights and siller tides,

Small folk playing our part. 
‘Come all ye’, the country says,
You win me, who take me most to heart. 
Kathleen Jamie
Reproduced by permission of the author.
Kathleen Jamie

Kathleen Jamie is a poet, essayist and travel writer, one of a remarkable clutch of Scottish writers picked out in 1994 as the ‘new generation poets’ – it was a marketing ploy at the time but turns out to have been a very prescient selection. She became Professor of Creative Writing at the University of Stirling in 2011.

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About Here lies our land

This poem was included in Best Scottish Poems 2013. Best Scottish Poems is an online publication, consisting of 20 poems chosen by a different editor each year, with comments by the editor and poets. It provides a personal overview of a year of Scottish poetry. The editor in 2013 was David Robinson.

Editor’s comment:

Carved into the oak beams of the Rotunda monument that marks the spot where Robert the Bruce raised his standard at the Battle of Bannockburn, this commissioned poem moves beyond the past’s bloodshed and the present’s politics without losing any of its power. Self-explanatory without being simple, grave without being ponderous, these words – so true to the poem’s setting and to the country it celebrates – will sink into the minds of generations still unborn. Jamie has written that she aimed to write ‘something forgiven and forgiving, modern, aspirational, welcoming, mature, gracious – and Scottish, and all in a few short lines.’ She has succeeded perfectly.

Author's note:

This is the poem chosen by a panel of judges, and by popular vote, to be inscribed on the ring-beam of the rotunda on the site of the Battle of Bannockburn. The National Trust for Scotland commissioned 10 poets to write a poem for the site, and it was fascinating to see the different perspectives and strategies they chose. They were each asked to write about the process, and Kathleen Jamie’s reflections may be found below.

From the start I wanted  this piece of work to make a nod to the Scottish literary tradition. More than a nod – a profound bow.  Because Barbour, Burns and Scott had all written about Bannockburn,  and had all done so with a 4-beat line, I decided my piece would  be in tetrameter too, as a homage.

That was the form.

As to the tone,  it didn’t want to be didactic and certainly didn’t want to be triumphalist.  I sought a tone which suggested shared experience and quietude -especially because people who had been through the visitor centre before approaching the rotunda would have been subjected to a lot of medieval battle-clamour; their minds would surely be loud with nationhood and self-determination.  For them, as for the local people who walk there,  the rotunda would be a place of relative peace, contemplation, space  and fresh air.  I wanted to make the inscription reflect that, and to say something  generous.

Visiting the rotunda and the statue, I noticed the way the land seems to wheel around that site. Bruce knew that too.  I wanted to write about the land, and our attachment to it.  Just being up at the rotunda gave me the simple first line: Around us lies our land.  It was a blustery September morning, so the next line came easily too:  Beneath swift clouds, glad glints of sun.

So far so unarguable. But I knew I wanted to say something else.  That the Scots may have ‘won’ Bannockburn, but not the land itself.  We may exploit the land but everything changes and we pass away and the land endures.  Hence the next line: Belonging to none but itself.  Already my tetrameter was slipping! Only three beats in that line but fair enough.  A bit of ballad metre, what could be more  traditional? 

All this thinking about land and tradition led me to consider the centuries of Scots song, much of it about landscape. Because the rotunda frames two cardinal points (or airts)  I thought it would be neat to refer to all four of them.  But why do it myself when my forebears had done it so much better? Burns was on my mind so I wrote down ‘westlin winds’.

Then I looked south. What could represent the South?  Soon I thought of ‘the fernie brae’, that magic road which took Thomas the Rhymer from under the Eildon Hills into fairyland.   So far so good. What for the east? East of Bannockburn winds the Forth, which is tidal  as is the Bannock Burn itself, a fact Bruce exploited. Eastward was the river and tides and the North sea, so the phrase ‘siller tides’ came to me, from Violet Jacob’s haunting poem, ‘The Wild Geese’. Now only  north remained and there I was stumped for a while, not least because I wanted to include something urban, a town or city, as befits modern Scotland. I was at home by then, and  mulled it over for a day or two before being struck by the obvious:  the ‘northern lights’ (of Old Aberdeen, of course!).

So the four cardinal points were in place, simply by quoting from a heritage of Scottish poetry and song. The presence of these poets pleased me greatly.

The last line was ready by then, too.  If the land could speak, I’d wondered, what would it say? Something welcoming, hopefully. Something that opened out our vision and sense of ourselves. Something about belonging not to those who ‘own’  it, but to those who love it.  So the very last line was fashioned.  And then there suddenly arrived the phrase Come All Ye, surely the most open-handed gesture in all Scots literature. It fitted nicely in the penultimate line and I was thrilled to have Hamish Henderson join the list of poets represented.

It was almost done, but something was missing. Line 7 was still a blank. Knowing a full rhyme on ‘heart’ would give a fine sense of closure,  I mumbled through the alphabet till I got to P, and  Part. Toying with the word ‘part’  gave ‘playing a part’. Who plays a part, in this land?  Well, we do. Everyone does. And in that instant ‘small folk’ dropped into place. The ‘small folk’, of course, being  the ordinary Scots who turned out at Bannockburn, and sent Edward homeward to think again.