Boy to Man

Red sky at night was a Linicro boys delight he never saw a red warning.
Summer dew dried by a watery sun graced his smile in the morning.

Leaden clouds from Harris, doughy and dull delivered sheets of biting rain.
On a windless night cut crass scented and bright he was lord of his hill domain.

Dark light crowned the Linicro township in the still of an endless winters night.
Powder blue summer skies that never dulled, sprinkled with shimmering starlight.

A moon on the wane sinking over the hill to the sound of a corncrakes song.
The wind fresh from the Minch alive and salty, a sense all is right and nothings wrong.

Long days and short nights turn to short days and long nights winter to summer repeats.
From a boy to a man with a heather heart and a plan departs the island for a world at his feet.

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