Giant windmills towering high Hills and Bens contrast the sky Rivers ripping fields in two Weaving, rippling, darting through Pine trees peppered spindling straight Herds of sheep skip through the gate Tractors sit and rest unmanned Houses sparsely decorate the land Billowing chimneys, fires in nooks Earthy mother cleans and cooks The day is calm, The loch is still My train pulls in, The tannoy's shrill
Sunday, 21 March 2021
Pulling into Edinburgh
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