Never to roam, may my spirit remain
And fly o`er the hills, and o`er
Make me part of the wind, that
brings summer`s breeze
To the grass and the flowers, to
rustle the trees.
Let me soar like an Eagle, that
greets sunlight`s quest.
With a welcome of friendship, to the
mountains a guest.
To rest on the hillsides, and to
bath in the streams,
By the cool of Peat waters, in my
island of dreams.
I am one with the earth, and one
with the sky.
On the back of the seabirds, to the
sea I shall fly,
And follow the boats, as they haul
the nets filled,
With the fish that are jumping,
hoping some over-spill.
I walk with the Shepherd, as he
checks on his sheep,
While his dog is up circling on a
hill that is steep.
In the corries I wander, and beneath
Is the home of the Hind, and the
home of the Stag.
The mist swirls and covers the rock
with it`s veil,
And the rain falls, the ice forms,
with the thunder and hail.
I am one with her wildness, and one
with her heart.
Let her beauty enfold me, so I never
Yvonne Sparkes June 3. 2004