What do you want?

all that you can bite

And a bit more.

 

And then.

Where do you go

from here,

Across the fields of gorse

Where the mountains

will mother you

And the winds will sing

lullabies of wars fought

and heroes gone.

And you will stand

In awe of her love

Foreboding the changes to

Come

And she will whisper to

You and the

sea across

to spread blue warmth

upon these cold, cold skies.

To remember

The smoke and  unsung heroes

Her blood, her breed, her tears.

And to cry

a dry eye, a deluge in your

Heart.