I was staying with Kate
Whilst on a field trip
We had been together
For a number of years
And she had invited me to visit
The Black Bog Lands
Where she had spent her early years
We were staying in her parents cottage
As part of our Scottish adventure
But it had rained without a break
And we had not made much progress
So we hung out on the farm
Painting writing drawing
Eating drinking cooking
And occasionally singing
I was having a good time
Yet the area unnerved me
Due to bleakness of the landscape
I was told that they had been
Many sacrifices in the Black Bog Lands
And that many bodies lay in the vicinity of the farm
I had asked Kate about the low murmurs
Which seemed to populate the night
At first she pretended not to have heard anything
But then admitted that she had heard them
From her earliest years and that in time
I would get used to them and accept them