The Lowlands

 

 

Take me back to the coast of Ballentrae,

And a breathtaking view of Ailsa Craig

Half hidden by mist on a rainy day,

Grey shape against dull sky, outline so vague.

 

 

Crossing the bridge at breezy Kirkcudbright.

A cloudy sunset on the Firth of Solway.

And drinking tea at a street side café

At the end of another perfect day.

 

 

I close my eyes and think of Galloway

The deer, the sheep, the sound of the forest.

Watching rabbits chasing each other at play

While the local birds retire to their nests.

 

 

I will return to this place of my dreams,

My love of the forest and rolling hills

Where all is real and just as it seems,

In peace and tranquillity, my soul stills.

 

 

 

Pamela M Winning          2013