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.