Donald Trump: Half Lewisman

Son of Mary Anne MacLeod From the Hebridean Island of Lewis His mother was born in the village of Tong, In the parish of Stornoway Her father was a fisherman A native Gaelic speaker and a crofter One of ten, who lived in a black house Heather-thatched and sooty There, life was hard. Bleak moors, few trees, peat bog And a machair of sandy soil and shattered shells The golden eagle spreads its wings on Lewis Red deer and seal, feed on its heart and fringes. Once it was part of the Norsemen's kingdom This place of strict Sabbaths and crumbling peat The Gaelic name of Leòdhas, from the Norse Ljoðahús Great song house, Eilean an Fhraoich, the Heather Isle This is the land of the Callanish Stones The Sleeping Beauty, Cailleach Na Mointeach Old woman of the moors The Lewis chessmen lay in its sandy shore Walrus ivory. medieval chess set Shag, gannet, fulmar, kittiwake, and guillemot, Share its winds with the ubiquitous gulls. Red grouse, woodcock and the white-tailed eagle Soar over its moors. Oyster catcher, curlew Peregrine, merlin and buzzard swoop on its slopes Atlantic salmon, dolphin, porpoise, shark Swim in its offshore waters Here you will meet with Seonaidh - a water-spirit Who likes to be offered ale Or one of the Blue Men of the Minch, Storm kelpies, fear gorm looking for sailors to drown For stricken boats to sink. Here is the ruined home of the giant Cuithach, Trapped by the Fians, and killed to protect the people Still in a village ceilidh-house You may hear the Song of the Boatman Tell of a woman, sad and tearful As a white, torn swan sounding her death-call On a small grassy loch forsaken by all, On the lonely isle of Lewis