COME WITH ME IN THE NIGHT

"Come with me," said the arctic fox to his silvery corvidae friend,"Let us wander 'neath the tundra moon and watch the snow descend.Together we can haunt the night, as lonely as two ghosts,leaving no trace as we pass, with shadows of morose."

"Come with me," said the silver crow to his ghostly vulpine friend,"Let us wander where the trees have gone and into clouds ascend.Together we can hunt the night, you kill and I shall reap,and all shall fear to hear our song call in the twilight sleep."


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

God's Country: On Returning from a trip to the Highlands

As I was wondering north to south
And roaming east to west
I came across a country
I decided I like best

It may not be the biggest
Or the most powerful place on earth
But I’m finding that the people
Make up for it in worth

I wandered in the Highlands
I wandered by the sea
I wandered in the city streets
And thought this God’s country

The people they were friendly
The landscape it was grand
I find that I will greatly miss
The culture and the land

I’d listened to the music
I’d even read the books
But nothing writ was worthy
Believing’s being here to look

I can’t remember all the stories
But I remember how it felt
To walk where Highland warriors died
And hike a mountain belt

I remember feeling proud and strong
And I remember feeling brave
I remember and am thankful
For the feelings this place gave

And I hope I can come back here
And I hope it won’t be too late
For Scotland is God’s country
And I think that it is great.
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