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The Children of the Mist - MacGregors Sharing with MacGregors


The Poetry of Kelly McGregor


Meeting With A Stranger

The sun rose above the mountains
Brilliantly shining across the loch
I stood on the rocky shore and waited
For the dawn to greet the day.
The wind blew through my hair
Rustling it like it did to the ones who bore me
A man with hair like fire and eyes like stars
Approached me from behind.
He greeted me with a smile
And I greeted him in kind
His kilt was a particular tartan
One that I knew all too well
A kinsman, no less, for our hair and eyes are the same.
"Ciamar a tha sibh?" asked he
"Tha gu math, tapadh leibh." replied I
I turned to face the sunrise once again
A smile upon my face.
The man in the kilt stood beside me
And he too, watched the sun come over the mountains
I do not know how long we stood like that
In silence yet total comfort
I felt as if I knew this man my whole life
And deep inside, I did.
He began to tell me stories, of victories great and small
Of how he rustled cattle across those very hills
And of how we hid in the mists above.
I listened intently to his enchanting tales
My eyes on his hair that so much looks like mine
The hair that danced with red and gold flames
When the sun streams down across it.
We found a rock to sit upon
And late into the day we talked
Our lunch was cold meat he brought from his pouch
And our drink was from a leather skin.
Conversation took many turns
From light-hearted to serious and back again
I learned more about my family than I could ever dream
And this man with the red hair and particular kilt
Was a wealth of family lore.
As the sun began to set, he stood up to
Bid me farewell
"It was good seeing you, Rob." I said as I clambered to my feet
He bowed to me in a sweeping gesture
And with a wink and a smile, the man with the fiery red hair
And particular kilt turned and walked towards the horizon.


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