Kingskettle Cemetery ...Oh Isabella ©

by Robbie Kennedy Bennett
(Codsall)

In Kingskettle Cemetery I stand
Looking at a stone on a peace of land
I read some names I thought I’d never see
In this place I thought I’d never be

Oh Isabella I read your name
I found from St Andrews on the coast you came
Oh Isabella you didn’t know me
But I think about you by the sand and the sea

Whenever I cross the Firth of Forth
From home to home on my journey north,
My heart fills up with inner pride
It beats with the passion that I feel inside.

But there are too many faces I do not know
And there are too many miles I have to go,
To get this close to get this near
To get to the land that I love so dear.

Oh Isabella I read your name
I found from St Andrews on the coast you came
Oh Isabella you didn’t know me
But I think about you by the sand and the sea

I read on the stone you were the last that died
So I’m standing where you would have stood beside
You don’t know me your great grandson
Standing on the ground you would have grieved upon

Oh Isabella I read your name
I found from St Andrews on the coast you came
Oh Isabella you didn’t know me
But I think about you by the sand and the sea

In Kingskettle I leave behind
Names on a stone I thought I’d never find
Oh Isabella you didn’t know me
But I think about you by the sand and the sea




Edited by May
Robbie has written some other fabulous poems about Fife - some of which are on this site. But do check out his own site RKB Poetry

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Aug 03, 2013
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Isabella
by: Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Thank you Judy for your message. I'm very pleased to read your comments and that you found my poem on the Scotland's Enchanted Kingdom Website. It truly is a wonderful site for those with or without a Fife interest. There is a link to my own site that is displayed where I have an e-mail address if you wish to make contact. I would be delighted to hear from you

Aug 03, 2013
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Keep up the good work.
by: Judy Ring (nee) Reid

I visited Scotland a few years ago and did see her grave - if indeed it is her grave. My grandparents are also buried there and I did visit their graves a few years ago. My grandfather was Pa Reid the dentist. Isabella was my cousin and taught dance in the family home for many years. I live in Canada and may not be able to make the trip again.

Aug 03, 2013
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Keep up the good work.
by: Judy Ring (nee) Reid

I visited Scotland a few years ago and did see her grave - if indeed it is her grave. My grandparents are also buried there and I did visit their graves a few years ago. My grandfather was Pa Reid the dentist. Isabella was my cousin and taught dance in the family home for many years. I live in Canada and may not be able to make the trip again.

Mar 20, 2008
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How moving
by: May

What a moving poem Robbie. I think as we get older we do think more about our ancestors and wonder about their lives and lifestyle. Thanks.

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