And I Think It Yours

That place
where a fold of hillside
scoops sun and shelter
from a mountain wind

or that
where a clear spring
pours out refreshment
never holding back

or that
where a steep track
veers unexpectedly
then opens on a crest
from where a traveller may see
far out beyond
and know his way
which road is his to take--

all these
and all such places
have their names
but in the language of the heart
only one name


And I Think It Yours
by Gael Turnbull
---from From the Language of the Heart, Mariscat Press 1983