On Spitting on the Heart -- Reflections of Edinburgh

[critical mass]

None live in this land, but for her,
walking conduits for her moods and passions,
gladly bearing her soil upon their soles.

Here, where the harvest is gathered by firesides
in winter, fuelled by fine malt
and aged in ink-stained pages;

Where stones sing of freedom
and dying heather
lends the hills a coat of ancient blood;

Storm winds skirl through craggy passes...........(should this be swirl)
stirring silent, waiting lochs
to bursts of foam-whipped fury.

We walked in the footprints
of kings, rogues and heroes.

I walked into you
and you carried me home

Really like this piece.
Lots of history here.
Assuming of course this is Edinburgh Scotland.
You must be of Scottish blood.
Only nit might be too many (walked), also wondered about present or past tense in last two verses.
Would like to see you expand on this. You carry the voice so well in this, I'm sure you could manage a few more verses.
Like I said lots of history here.

Cheers

David