Ogham on the Hill

Ogham on The Hill

We chose the song over the score,

traded meadow for highland moor.

Round tongue over square cut word,

we did not amass we survived.

Boundless nature will not descend

and when it does will rise again.

Mark our boundaries’ end in braille

we will not see the sun prevail.

Our arithmancy did not tally,

grid too square, our words too coarse a net

to catch the world’s full force,

we honed wits and thrived.

Boundless nature will not descend

and when it does will rise again.

Mark our boundaries’ end in braille

we will not see the sun prevail.

We chose the song over the score,

we sang the moor till song was done.

Round tongue over square cut word,

pure we slipped away.

Boundless nature will not descend

and when it does will rise again.

Mark our boundaries’ end in braille

we will not see the sun prevail.