This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning, It rounds and rounds despair to drowning. Degged with dew, dappled with dew Are the groins of the braes that the … Continue reading Inversnaid
BY DAVE CANNON The sunshine enlightens my spirit, Breaching the darkest corridors of the soul, Generating a golden radiance that illuminates my every move, The coloured petals of cherry blossom cushion my footsteps, And stimulate my senses with a scent of true splendour, Laying a sheath of sweet aromatic silk that caresses the skin, The gentle breeze whispers throughout the treetops, And catches the falling … Continue reading A Picture of Heaven
WHAT have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With your glorious eyes austere, As the Lord were walking near, Whispering terrible things and dear As the song on your bugles blown, England – Round the world on your bugles blown. Where shall the watchful sun, England, my England, Match the master-work you’ve done, England, … Continue reading England, My England
