In from a day out,
Sleepy with sunshine
Supper on trays
A glass of red
Smooth, bitter, good.
We raise our glasses, clink.
‘To the goddess!’
‘To the goddess!’
She looks after us
So we praise her – and,
She looks after us,
We believe. We don’t believe.
Of course we don’t!
Yes, we do.
Who else to thank for our good luck
With weather?
We raise our glasses, clink
‘To the goddess!’
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if i too, lived
in that idyllic, postcard scenic
inspiringly beautiful, jewel
of wonderful Scotland
I would be toasting, what good fortune
gifted my reality, such
a dreamy slice of life..
(i spent years going to n from Edinburgh, daily
but always missed out on getting to visit North Berwick
cos of weather or schedule
still regret it
but, hopefully will come back
someday
my dear Scotland, land
of
'beautiful Nature, curating
beautifully natured, people')
say Hi, to that majestic
Scottish sky for me
as I too
toast, to your good fortune
🍻
thanks for sharing
Reads like a joyous frame of mind to find oneself in.
It was! Thanks!
I will certainly toast those skies
Again today. A glass of red
For that changing cloudy,
Blue, grey, rainy, sunshiny
Sky.
Four seasons in a day in Scotland.
Today at the hillside
Of Dawck
Under the tall trees
And in the sweet scent of rhododendrons.
We admired the skies framing the lovely hills
Thank you dear LB
For taking time
To write a wee poem for me.
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