*The Lomond Hills are in Fife-east and west Lomond.
The heather is a brightest purple
And the white shaved sentinels
Dot the Lomond Hills
Below the sheep the rowan trees
Are bent to a fierce growing wind
Change is coming
Thoughts are held closer as if
The coming cold months would lessen us
In glorious uniform a chaffinch inspects
Our walking to the lime kilns.