Ancient Beasts on Old Ground

Today the boys came home..

horned and hairy they have spent the summer pastured for tourists at Newtonmore’s Folk Park, celebrating bygone Highland ways..

They wander free now over the farm,

gazing quizzically

at guests – my visitors – who stare back, nonplussed

at these animals stating a claim equal to theirs.


Looking for a hardstanding to feed them on,

I remember the cobbles beneath the greened floor of the ruined cottages.

With their heads down to the dark-grain nuts,

they mimic the beasts long gone

from that same place..

just as we mimic our kind

on this old land.