Highland Song

Feel the peace of solitude
along our burns
and on our bens
Pick the fruit of summer
from our meadows
with your friends
Drink the cool fresh bounty
deep beneath our strands
Eat our freshest harvest
reaped by Highland hands

Walk our windswept stretches
where ships have
come to grief
Stroll our heathered hillsides
let them lull you
off to sleep
Lay upon your back
as the stars hang down
on high
Stretch your fingers out
till they touch
our jet black sky

May the peace of Highland living
settle in your bones
May the lightness of your being
stir memories of your home
May you cherish our first greeting
dear as our last song
May you always feel the blessing

of the Highlands all life long

Steve Ewing
December 2014

The Modern Tartan

Now I finally
got it right
With blue and green
so fine
Just like Phil Smith
wanted it
His original design

The colors leap right
off the bolt

The caps are
natty too

The ties and scarves are
bright as day
The shawls deep
green and blue

When I lay them
side to side
The ancient and
the new
You must admit they both
look fine
I’m not sure what
to do

Peter wears an
ancient kilt
You know he
wears it proud

Patricia’s skirt
she made herself
With ancient not
too loud

Phil Smith came to
visit us
He designed our
Vineyard plaid
I must abide his
lighter choice
He’s gets testy
when he’s mad

I think I’ll have the
Scottish Mill
Make a batch of
both the shades

Because in the end the
truth remains
We can sell out
all that’s made

So go and tell your
friends and family
That MV Tartan
gear’s around

Get your ties and
scarves and flashers
Wear ‘em proudly
round the town