---

We are all made
From our mother’s precious resource
Our souls inlaid with
Rockstone, Conflagration & Watercourse.

My weight is upon the rock

For burden-heavy patience

To pass along

To me

A stone’s throw from the wisdom of the Ancients.

My flame lit upon the log

An incandescent renaissance

Fire and block

Homely

Smoke speaks land’s peace before our ages.

My quay won’t fit one loch

I ride waves above the cadence

Tides are strong

And free

Rolled lustre wandered bluely spacious.

We are all made
From our mother’s precious resource
Our souls inlaid with
Rockstone, Conflagration & Watercourse.

---

---