Kilbirnie
he Mossend Mine While walking near the Mossend mine I chanced upon a flower I stopped and stared at beauty spent and passed away the hour Her leaves were yellow daffodils where bees would pass the time watching men go underground While entering the mine Her stem did sway with summer breeze she slumbered on the brink like a burdened miner walks whilst thirsting for a drink Suddenly a voice I heard transported back in time young men with blackened faces walked deep inside that mine Awaking, flowers, buttercups Blessed me on my way Whilst haunting thoughts of distant past I carried through my day So if a flower does call you back to places, lands of yore, dwell not in the realm of dreams take only what is yours Perhaps your flower is yet to come in mountain, thoughts or clime ne'er mind the times of centuries old now is your only time