Shinty Town

Pine trees mingle into the green The bonnet is wet with the clouds Curling roads are full of promise of the joy around the corner The windscreen and the highlands become twins Sleepy wipers clear the way for the first sign "Shinty this afternoon. 2:30pm throw up" Anticipation and adrenalin become back seat drivers Shiny streets smile their gaelic welcome Brick buildings, holy and steadfast announce "you've arrived" Pubs with antlers on the wall mop up stray pedestrians Cars, single file and hypnotized Crawl through the Main Street then turn right Where they reach the sticky car park with tyre tracks thousands of years old Misty highland backgrounds give an apostolic reminder of where you are Then whispers to the locals; "custodian" Highland glen Shinty men Shinty town.