Angela
10-Jul-08, 08:57
Not my own work - I found this little poem in the Herald recently and liked it.
To wake to the reassurance of grey stone streets
under a clouded, adequate Edinburgh sky,
finding one has the right change in one's pocket
for once: and for once there seems no cause to cry...
It is unnecessary to fly on a rocket.
Here is a day which one greets, not greeting.
To wake to the reassurance of grey stone streets
under a clouded, adequate Edinburgh sky,
finding one has the right change in one's pocket
for once: and for once there seems no cause to cry...
It is unnecessary to fly on a rocket.
Here is a day which one greets, not greeting.