(no subject)

(Courtesy)


The chill and the cold
the rain drizzling old
like your grandfather's eyes
and nose and throat.

Highlands stand as they have always done
o'er mountain snow and rain and sun
the people do what they must.

Where in the graveyard will I stand?
Which Pictish ghost will hold my hand?
None.

Dè an t-ainm a tha ort?
What is your name?
what is your clan?
Where are you from?

What is your name?
What is your clan?