| I WILL RETURN Return I will one day, Naked, To Scotland�s glens. I will make a bed in purple heather Surrounded by twelve granite soldiers Watching over me throughout the night As Brigda gathers her harvest. As dawn breaks, I will say a new welcome to the sun, Reflecting Inti of strange lands And similar ways. Morning dew on soft green grasses Will wash away night fears From my feet as I dance A thanksgiving to Mother Earth. I will swim in rivers Swollen by tears from the Gods Saddened by fading memories Of a past losing a grip on the future. And I will gather with others In a multi-wooded forest To hear words of wisdom Whispered through branches. � Annie McLean 23.08.00 |
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| A touch of class here from Annie McLean A yearning to return to her native Scotland - I can relate to that as she lives way down south of Manchester ... nae luck as they say :) |