Kenn
25-Jul-07, 00:33
There's a wee lochan with a ruined cairn, round house maybe,
Where to park and look a while is heaven to me.
Look north and see the clouds turned pink,
As the sun sets west of Orkney Isles I think.
In winter see the red deer sporting in the snow,
In summer the ducks and swans are on the go.
In Spring the new growth glows so green,
In Autumn the bracken has a rusty sheen.
Each time I pass this way the colours change,
The light too has a clarity that's strange.
But just to stop and spend a while close by.
Is splendour to the eye.
Where to park and look a while is heaven to me.
Look north and see the clouds turned pink,
As the sun sets west of Orkney Isles I think.
In winter see the red deer sporting in the snow,
In summer the ducks and swans are on the go.
In Spring the new growth glows so green,
In Autumn the bracken has a rusty sheen.
Each time I pass this way the colours change,
The light too has a clarity that's strange.
But just to stop and spend a while close by.
Is splendour to the eye.