• alisdaire_ocaoimph 47w


    I am always drawn to the soul
    Of this land, these hills, braes, burns
    That cross through my mind
    Like my very own body
    Each twitch of dale
    Every drop of water
    That floods from my heart, body
    My land, hame.
    There is no more to the soul
    Than these fine fields dressed
    Upon her emerald tones
    The crystal burns that run their dance
    Between and through
    Each heart beat, in each pulsing vein
    The liquid drop of every rain drop
    That was deep the core of ones being
    Reinvigorating, sustaining the body
    This mind and soul to the covenant
    Bore by our fathers and here passed down
    To us, our sons , our daughters
    That our land is ever alive in you
    In me.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph