Springtime In Scotland

Warm sunshine
Lights up the land
It’s time to begin
With paintbrush in hand

Yellow daffodils
Spring from the ground
Snowdrops and tulips
Colour all around

Green grass
So fresh and pure
It’s new growth
Springtime for sure

Trees awaken
With leaves on branches
That’s where Robins
Start their romances

A hectic time
For birds and bees
Making the next generation
To live in the trees

Sparrows and robins
Toads and rabbits
Captured in oil
With all their habits

Springtime in Scotland
A painter’s delight
So ready your brushes
And wait for the light

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Silver Haired Ladies

Silver haired ladies
Travelling on a bus
Sitting together
Making no fuss

In rows of two
They sit together
Tidy and prim
Out for a blether

Facing forward
All as one
Almost like clones
Out for some fun

Each one unique
But similar too
From style of hair
To colour of shoe

Silver haired ladies
Never break a rule
But live their lives
To the full

A Lady From The Cloud

I met a lady
From the cloud
Very prim
Not very loud

In a cafe
Was where we met
Full of hope
Taking a bet

Our stories
That we told
Of our times
Of our gold

The different worlds
We did reveal
Would it work
How would it feel

Like ships
In the night
Similar headings
Are what’s right

Time rolled by
We passed once more
But not heading
For the same shore

Teardrops

A silent teardrop
Runs down a cheek
If only it had words
That it could speak

Fun and happiness
A tear of joy
A smiling baby
A silly boy

Sadness and loss
A tear of pain
A life gone past
Never see it again

Teardrops appear
For many reasons
From a bunch of flowers
To changing seasons

But most of all
Teardrops are there
For those special moments
To show you care

Camas a’ Charraig

An oasis
On a quiet coast
A place of beauty
Its proud boast

Turquoise water
Shallow and clear
Silver sands
Draws people near

On the surface
Goosanders swim
Near cormorants
Diving in

Sea shells sparkle
In the sun
While the tide
Is on the turn

On the horizon
Suilven stands
With Stac Pollaidh
In mountain lands

In the air
Seagulls glide
And the sun shines
With some pride

If you go there
Stand quite still
Let the wonder
Be your fill