It sits on a small hill
overlooking our town.
You may ask why
he built It.
He wanted a home,
for God, to come,
for God, to be,
with his children.
He argued with the prophet.
Such beautiful carvings they were,
patterned after the highland cattle,
of his native Scotland.
They could be used to shape the molds,
to poor metal into and to create the cattle,
the ones below the baptismal font,
in the castle.
Remove the hair,
from the Scottish Highland Cattle, was the command.
This he refused to do,
so the task to remove the fur,
was given to another.
My family has often fought with and for the prophets.
It seems we are rescued every generation,
each choosing again to renew those promises.
Maybe that is why he, they, built it.
I know it reminded my momma of her promises.
It reminds me of mine.
I live my life daily, below a castle.
the one my grandfather built,
to house a god.
My grandfather Alexander McQueen carved the cattle, to shape the molds, to create the sculptures, that carried the first Baptismal Font in the Logan Utah Temple. Family legend has it that he fought with Brigham Young over the design for the cattle. He carved them after the LongHorn Scottish Cattle. They were beautiful but because of the nature of mold creation, they could not be used for that purpose. Legend has it that Brigham Young hired someone to scrap the hair off the molds.
