Spirit I feel you in this place

A stone altar by a dead decaying sheep

In sacrifice

The land speaks to me 

Gathering energy

Centuries of history

I feel it in me

I celebrate this ancient space

Imagine stories of this place

Windswept, exposed, wild island seas

I hear your laughter in the breeze

I dance like a Selkie freed on the land

Dance, dance, hold my hand

Let me join your merry band

(Probable site of a stone circle on North Ronaldsay)