My favourite place stories tagged with the keyword poem
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The cold wind blaws,
The dark sky looms,
Yet the toon is in its bloom,
Auld and true,
Edinburgh you make the world glow,
Yer fine streets,
And stories told,
And yet to be ...
Red sandstone Pele towers stand like Milecastles
Under the open ever changing sky
Departing Eden across Metal Bridge
Entering the marsh and moss, now merse and flow
Wader and fowl call, like an ...
'neath Tetris block housing
lies my favourite haunt
to visitors and friends
its beauty I flaunt
an arm outstretched
across the sea
'Come to St Andrews!'
(it worked for me)
I went with pals to Saturday football,
But really, we were looking for a beau
Who'd meet us at the local dancing hall.
Maybe invite us out to flicks, or show!
I caught the eye of someone in the ...
BLACKS SANDS ABERDOUR
It's just a rickle of rocks when the tide's out
And I have known greater shores
But it feels wild when waves boom on the rocks
And surging spindrift blossoms like huge ...
For being my favourite place I do not remember meeting you.
Though, my favourite photograph happens to be of just that.
My brother and I are swatting on a patch of sandy, sun-bleached ...
At Arisaig the misty morn obscures the Isle of Skye
Without a breath of summer wind the dreaded midges fly
The otter's silver bubbles shine from darkest kelp below
The arctic terns wheel in ...
It's foaming vee waves, that remind me,
cleaving a passage through grey green sea,
soot tips on seagull wings diving for flotsam,
crusts from egg sandwiches arc, dispensed by whim,
out of curt ...
Crowed platforms, noisy crowds.
Salty air as the steamer nears the pier
Golden glow of childhood, excitement bubbling up,
Anticipation of sunny days by the sea.
Arran is calling
Lazy days on ...
A mind when a wi's only ten
ma faither said tae me
am gonna take ye fishin' son
a loch filled wi' the sea.
So we headed off tae arrochar
a train and then a bus
an if a cast ma mind back ...