Wind chases down the mountain side
tearing the trees
clinging to the cliff face
crashing waves and 
misty hills
all on a highland morn.

1st stanza by shadow for windmist's co-poem 7/6/98


Highlands and highlander,
bound from the womb.
Honor flowing within the blood.
Sword of ages, from father to son.
Meadow, moor, rock shore
emerald highlands, revered in folklore.

2nd stanza by windmist sent July 9, 1998

Golden sun on a highland plain
honeyed breeze, flowing wine
myths arcane, inherent earth
trees with souls and Druid chants
Kith and kin with bright colors bared
Dance of the sacred sun

3rd stanza by Shadow written 7-23-98

Truth lost in antiquity.
Rites of honor.
Chants of mystic-power.
Some still hear the song.
Some still carry the sword.
Highlands and Highlander,
always and forever, never ending. 

4th and last stanza by Windmist 8-4-98