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Poetry

Poetry

Where is he?

Deep in my sleep at night I think I've seen him there, walking on the hill with the rain drops in his hair. Down by the garden wall or by the tractor shed, I know I've seen him somewhere here inside my head. Over by the burn today I'm sure…
Mac
8th August 2005
Poetry

View From A Lighthouse

Great sentinel of venturers…guardian of the foolish… Protector of the reckless…supporter of the adventurous… Blessed beacon shrouding the imperilled in a cloak of enlightenment From that, which at first may seem benign, But which is also unpredictable in mood. Deceptive demon… Promising something calm and clement and smooth… Swiftly turned…
Kevin M Welsh
26th November 2004