My favourite place stories tagged with the keyword poem

Very early I stole down the stair and opened the night locked door, to let in the stillness of an Auchmithie marmalade morning. The golden shreds of sunlight trickled over the rooftops and ...

The cold wind blaws, The dark sky looms, Yet the toon is in its bloom, Auld and true, Never blue. Edinburgh you make the world glow, Yer fine streets, And stories told, And yet to be ...

I see you each morning dry-docked in a sea-blue frame in the bathroom: a miniature 3D lovingly constructed out of nothing much at all. With your glossy hull and scarlet funnel at a ...

Fit like min? Nae sae bad - foos yersell? Weel weel! Slip, slidin' roon the 'ile toun, Headin' up the Junction - fit's ga'in doon? Snell wind blaws - but naebody minds, 'cos when yir walkin' ...

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 ...

This poem was prompted by a visit to Gigha with the Mid Argyll and Kintyre Ramblers. I was so impressed by the beauty, peace and tranquility of the island, which seemed to bring back memories of ...

Now they're marrying- Shifting to evermore- we can turn things over: inspect the story of sand. Breezing into each other's lives- a piecemeal immigration- they were pebbles dropped in chance ...

A contrite cluster of distant islands fading in the twilight of a silken sea. Rocks emerge as prehistoric beasts as kelp forms a golden circle bright. Plump purple thistles disguise as ...

Rain lashes on the windscreen, The wipers thrum a beat, We really do not want to leave The comfort of our seats. Although our special walking place Is foggy, cold and grey, Eager pechin' from ...

'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) through ...