Poem: Auliston

A poem inspired by the clearance village of Auliston.

I came to the promised land
the difficult place
where a rickle of stones stuck in heart.
Land of hardship! Land of space!
Land of cowering, fear pinched race!
Green beauty pines for want of love.
We'll build again, though cold I troth
the wind that knifes this hearth.
In comfort had you better learn -
beware when history burns.