Clan Call

Tearing gusts of highland winds dim the sound of pipes No one knows and no one sees and no one sets it right, Heavy hearted sadness carries, other souls who went ahead, Ghosts of kindred spirits living now or living dead, Running through the gorse and heather wishing for a horse to ride, Disregarding wind and weather, Grim, the reaper by my side. Places I would rather see.... Home's still where I yearn t' be, I'll never have you there with me... 'tis lost... both love and pride Jonji ‘s dance within my mind and well within the ken o’ men I just prepped the canvas