Breath of the North
Breath of the North
It comes from the north
Calling me to follow as it blows
Bringing scents of the hills and sea
Filling my soul and senses
Drawing me back to times
Past and some days ago
Yearning for sun sets glow
Across the firth where Dolphins play
Beneath the cliffs where seabirds go
And in the fields crops ripen and grow.
Fair blows the wind sighing
Extolling me to follow
Like a summer swallow
To where once grew a boy
Into a man to forget his toy
But blowing pain into the mind
Stravaig the paths and the wynds
Breathe in creations air
To find the boy within the man.
A.P.McIntyre 15/7/2012.
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