Canada Dreams

          Scotland is Faraway

          Scotland is a faraway place,
          hidden in the hills of burning heather,
          moody with the mean North Sea.
          Out of Maud, a Dempster
          makes these miles, a map of Canada
          crashing through the weary mist.

          Grandad slipped into the body
          of Toronto, a spirit flickering
          in a statue's eyes.
          Did Scotland die without him?
          Sheep leaping blind
          from golf course cliffs.

          The thought of leaving home
          cold in the close-up brain.
          Missing millions of maples
          and old Lake Ontario.
          A Dempster, far out from his name,
          a lttle misty in Grandad's grave.
          Scotland, a face disappearing into stone.