A Highland Man In Minnesota by Michael W. McDermott I stand like the beasts I love ... Gentle of nature, Quietly fighting the elements of the seasons. I stand firm against winter storms, Winds blowing , cold breaking steel. Standing true, I battle daily. Not with sword or advanced weapons, But with water hose or wrench frozen in hand, Repairing ancient machinery.. Like the beasts I love , I wait for the sun to shine, The grass to grow, New life to be born. I am proud at the end of the day. To be alive , to battle yet another day. True to tradition, A Highland Man In Minnesota Photo and Poetry, Copyright Michael W. McDermott |