Botanical Lore & Myth

Ailm/ fir/pine

mar a thuirt an giuthas, tha mi nam chrann, mar a thuirt an giuthas, a bhein mar sheol, strac an urlair fodham, chan eil dol nas fhaide mar a thuirt an giuthas, tha mi nam shoidheach mar a thuirt an giuthas, mo roiseid mar riamh, do sgamhan fo throm nam cheathach sguraidh ged is mise, ars an giuthas righ na coille, craobh nan laoch, an t-anam nach treig, dean sioman as mo fhriamhach, taod dha do chabhlachd, faic mo lubadh ris a ghaillionn

what the pine said i am a mast, what the pine said, the ben's a sail, the earth below's my deck, i have no need to travel what the pine said, i am a vessel what the pine said, like resin, like oars, for constricted lungs i'm a cleansing fog though I be, said the pine, the forest's king, hero tree, the immortal soul, plait a cable from my roots to make fast your navies, see how I bend to the storm

poem by aonghas macneacail