Under Northern Skies
Under Northern Skies
It was a boat like no other
from a rich uncle
in the big city, from Glasgow.
Instant promotion
like when the two sided jacket
came from Toronto
Silk... a tiger and an eagle.
Undisguised envy from the others,
...snotty nosed kids .
A gleaming varnished deck
sails as white as sheep head bone.
Miles of string
to give it a sense of freedom,
but that it might still know its owner.
Up the mill dam
the rain as faithful as any mongrel
out there proud it was
knifing through the black,
but still belonging.
My very own falcon.
A friend I could depend on
under Northern skies.
