Lavenderblue2
23-Jul-09, 11:38
Whilst thinking about the thread 'The Oldest Inhabitants? - The Macphees' in the general section a poem from the book 'Tales from the Tent' by Jess Smith came to mind. It is so beautiful I thought I would share it with you...
Where do you belong?
I belong
Wherever the wind blows.
I am the feather
That soars above the billow’s crest,
That wheels above the moorland crags,
That lines the nest in far places.
I am the seed
That is borne aloft on the breeze,
That lights down on distant pastures,
That is the life of my people.
I have the strength of the tempest,
The gentleness of the zephyr.
I am the spirit of the whole land.
I am within the unbroken circle
That has no beginning and no ending.
Around I go like the story of life.
Written by Michael G Kidd.
Where do you belong?
I belong
Wherever the wind blows.
I am the feather
That soars above the billow’s crest,
That wheels above the moorland crags,
That lines the nest in far places.
I am the seed
That is borne aloft on the breeze,
That lights down on distant pastures,
That is the life of my people.
I have the strength of the tempest,
The gentleness of the zephyr.
I am the spirit of the whole land.
I am within the unbroken circle
That has no beginning and no ending.
Around I go like the story of life.
Written by Michael G Kidd.