Man of Our Land ©
Stella
Fife, Scotland
2005
There embedded in the land like seams
Of rich black coal lie words
There washing on to sandy beaches
Sings music
There is a rhythm blowing down through
Glens that is unmistakably Burns
Like mist settling on castle ramparts
And rising again when the notion takes
The very ether is Burns
Awakened and primed like a lamp
These gifts garnered and tied
In the soul of the man who was Burns
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