| 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