At the grave of James Hogg, The Ettrick Shepherd
Silent stone word carvedBy church and heathSays so littleOf the soul that liesUnder turfAnd skyWhat spark was litFrom that mortal […]
View from a window
Sun settingBehind hills of brownCrows flyCrows cryBeneath greying cloudsThe old shepherds roadLies empty nowA home for thistleAnd heatherAnd memoriesA burn
Autumn Moods
Summer fadesTo autumn coloursOf redsAnd goldsAnd brownsAnd fallen leavesThe nights draw inThe fires litBring warmthTo cooling morningsAnd evenings long conversationsDraw
Passing By
How many years have these stonesHere stood?Mute watchers of hurrying seasonsHere where once lived voices’Neath turf and heather roofedLie now
A life reborn (Some thoughts at Tushielaw)
Eagles cry, eagles hauntAbove moorlandOf grouseAnd heatherAnd lifeMyriad sheep trod pathsLead me deeperInto this delightful, deceptive freedomOn the edgeOf my
The shadows that we cast – Three poems in one
The shadows that we castOn lifeAre transient fleetingGhosts of what might have beenAnd then they changeTo what we have becomeThe
I am a man unique
I am a man unique,Unequalled, untouchableWretchedIntolerant of a tolerant, toothless worldMade impotent by mirthless mediocrityI am a man uniqueScreaming to
American Maize
“It’s not as good as ours” he saidWe stand looking at new brought trailer loadOf Yankee maize viewed under azure
