He stops and starts - he cocks his head -

He listens to the words unsaid.

He hears the call that swiftly charms;

The call to raise poetic arms!

He crosses machair and the dunes

That echo to the seabirds tunes.

The seas and tide he travels swift

The words a�?calling to uplift.

Through heathered glen and mountain pass

This weary footsore bard has passed.

Cross waves once more he makes his way

To land at last on thoughtfull bay.

He walks the path up to the Inn;

(Within, the sound of violin.)

He listens to the voices there,

Proclaiming beauty to the air!

He leans his staff upon the rocks.

With great respect he gently knocks.

Alone he stands on foreign shore�?/EM>