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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,
Edinburgh you make the world glow,
Yer fine streets,
And stories told,
And yet to be ...
I see you each morning
in a sea-blue frame
in the bathroom:
a miniature 3D
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)