Of winds and Place

Many of men on the ocean need the winds

Even for us men of land, which we use it to grind

Avena to oats, wheat to flour, for us to flourish

Keeping us fed and well nourished


Winds lead to places far often

Though lend its strength to soften

With the strong milling

Given the miller is willing


The Fief blooms, a place of plenty now

With wheat, sheep, pig and cow

Men watching over their ‘stock and flock

Watered with the water of the loch


Ye men of faith visit the parish

Aches and thoughts of work vanish

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