That he might make time for the escape of his injured On the trail that was now but a slender strand The pursuing band Was by the Bruce’s own blade deterred
A rite of passage For both children and parents One of the ways we feel the passing currents Of time and of generations these moments presage
Growing up So she’s out the door Down the road on a mission
And we reach out to our friends seeking their commission All this becomes ancient lore Hoping it’s enough
And she gets the message Without undergoing overmuch torment Or maybe she’ll have fun peddling the Girl Scout cookies but either way parents Proud of her courage
The Scots under Wallace Were spotted in the wood near Falkirk awaiting the English Edward was trampled by his horse but despite two broken ribs Mounted this same steed ready to see who would live
The Scots arrayed themselves on the slope Prepared to meet the foe English cavalry overran the Scots archers Then history turned on astonishing departures