This is the first draft of an illustration for a poem called The Mindins O the Fower Winds.
The Mindins O the Fower Winds
The Suddron wind,
remembers melt:
the firstlin fowk
Black Bear and Elk.
The Aist Wind
out the Baltic Blows,
and minds Napoleon,
smoored with snow.
The Nor wind yowls,
asben it gaes
the lintil o
the Hawe at Maes.
The West wind greets
Aye greivin o
The touns in lochans
tint ablow.
The poet has remained anonymous so far, so i have interpretted it as i see fit and am looking forward to some feeback soon.
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