She's traveled almost everywhere To cities, valleys, islands: But longs now just to breathe the air Out in the verdant Highlands To walk along a keening wall Among the Summer heather; To stay until the mordant Fall Brings cold and windy weather She hears the pipes of old come through The ancient voices call her; The modern mother turns again Into the ancestral daughter
This is perfectly crafted and a joy to read, and I love the way it combines description of Nature with a sense of the human presence and history.
I love this Owen, and what a gorgeous landscape to accompany it.