Musings from the Merse
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Go South Young Man as is Huttonian to escape the unnatural heat of Duns and indulge in some grand parenting
In the meanwhile you may enjoy this contribution from our youngest poet to the Anthology of Berwickshire Verse provisionally titled 'Spectres on the Landscape'
My Favourite Place
Swaying slowly in between the branches of the tree,
Back and forth on your swing,
Humming a sad song,
Next to where you were once sad, but now happy,
Leaves gently falling on your face,
The creamy yellowy sun glistens on the water,
The sparkling water trickles by,
The reeds sway in the breeze,
Where all your thoughts, worries and memories come back to you,
Just watching the water and nothing else.
Labels: Palmers Green Lunnon
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