Canadian Scottish Athletic Federation

'Metal to the sky' Wind whips by the grass blades The red tartan plaid marking the field Inside there is nothing, no fear, no anxiety, just void A cold caress for a calm mind The pipes pierce the morning fierce, breaking the mist And onto the field I walk Feel the sun garb me in light Grasping the metal, binding it to my skin And preparing to release part of my being into the sky And to the white line I go The world spinning round, the sky pivoting on my shoulders And in one moment a great scream from the black can be heard As if my body is fighting everything to prove it exists And then the moment passes To leave me alone with the void And then retreat from the field leaving piece of my soul behind.