| It’s raining in Scotland, falling like tears and the sky looks as gloomy as a million years
and the Forth Bridge is standing - a line in the grey - with boats on the estuary languid - today;
unraveling the traveling, it’s seagulls that call ‘come on, you’re a moving slow train - on a rail’
I’ve got furrows to plow - purposeful - now. |
Wednesday 1 June 2011
Still Rain
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Great read John...i like the feeling of movement.
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I love this - and can visualise it so well! Nothing but rain up there and nothing but sunshine down here - no compromise. Why do you spell travelling the American way?
ReplyDelete"furrows to plow" - I suppose you will notch up both types as go go on
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