My first poem - not a masterpiece but mine, nonetheless!

As I am working through some Creative Writing exercises, one of the exercises had several parts that built on each other.  First, write down three creative ideas - either a story, an image, an idea, a 'truth'...whatever comes to mind.  Then take one of those 3 ideas and write down 20 words that come to mind.  I was not reading ahead to the next portion of the exercise yet (if I had, I may have chosen a different idea from step 1!).  Once I had 20 words, I was supposed to first write a poem (less than 16 lines) using those 20 words then write a short story of less than 300 words.  This exercise is designed to help you understand your strengths - should you write poetry or prose?  Well, I don't even like to read poetry normally so I almost skipped writing a poem!  Kinda' glad I didn't though.  While the finished product is rough and not technically correct, I like it!  I don't even know the 'rules' of writing poetry!  But the result describes exactly what I saw in my head in the 'image' that I chose from step 1!

What do you think??

Step 1.  The 3 ideas I wrote down were:
1. Spirituality is part of human nature, despite our differences.
2. A white thatch cottage, a filed of rape seed flowers and a hi'lan coo. (essential the pic of Scotland that I carry constantly in my minds eye)
3.  Searching for the source of images from the past that invade my mind.

I went with idea #2 and wrote 20 words:
1. Cottage  2. white  3. yellow  4. expanse  5. steer  6. horns  7. roam  8. peace  9. home  10. sky  11. straw  12. field   13. stone  14. wall  15. distant  16. mountain  17. Alba  18. free  19. longing  20. wander

Now like I said, I didn't look ahead to the next step of the exercise.  If I had, my words may have been different.  Even my idea may have been different.  But the next step said to write a poem with 16 lines or less using all 20 words so I gave it a shot.  Here is what I came up with.

Longing for Alba
My home of field and stone.
Yellow expanse to wander and roam.
The sky so near, the mountain distant,
The golden straw blowing proves peace existent.
Cottage of white and wandering wall,
Steer in the meadow, watching over all.
Powerful horns but docile in nature
Traits of the natives who've born past invaders.
Through struggle and strife, strong will remains
The valiant will triumph and FREEDOM will reign.

So, there it is.  My first poem.  I don't normally share anything that I write.  Since no one reads this blog, that's not an issue!  But I still feel like it's 'out there' now and I'm getting over my fear of people seeing things that I write!