The wind, it carries your name
Over trees bent from an atomic weight
Pass rooftops charred by fire and hate
Over fields where crops have been raped.
Floating over a body of silent water
Were the Cirein-Cròin is in a restless sleep
Who would, if it could, inhale the wind
And descend in darkness to fathoms deep.
And still, the wind, it carries your name
Dancing and whistling around midnight stars
Through the Campsie Glens and snow covered Bens
Along streets of remembrance and childhood dreams.
The wind, it will swim with your name
Pass forgotten homes of the Damnonii tribe
Navigate pass the Tobacco Lairds Lang Dyke,
Over the trembling clutches of the River Clyde.
The wind, it will transport your name
Twisting, turning up along the Forth and Clyde Canal
As your ashes are scattered on a cold Cathures day
Onto, old blessed and holy soil.
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Daniel McDonagh (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Cirein-Cròin – Ceirean, Cirein-cròin or cionarain-crò was a large sea monster in Scottish Gaelic folklore\r\n\r\nDamnonii tribe – The Damnonii (also referred to as Damnii) were a Brittonic people of the late 2nd century who lived in what became the Kingdom of Strathclyde by the Early Middle Ages, and is now southern Scotland.\r\n\r\nTobacco Lairds Lang Dyke - In the 1800’s and with the rise of Glasgow’s industry the wealthy “Tobacco Lairds” began to put pressure on Glasgow Town Council to deepen the Clyde, which would allow larger merchant boats to travel further up the river to the Broomielaw instead of ejecting cargo at Greenock to be horse drawn the rest of the journey. In 1812 engineers James Smeaton, John Golbrone and Thomas Telford created the “Lang Dyke”. At low tide the engineering marvel is still visible to this day.\r\n\r\nCathures – St. Ninian came from Whithorn in Galloway in the 5th century and dedicated a Christian burial ground at Cathures (later Glasgow) in the Kingdom of Strathclyde.\r\n
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