Queen of the Clearance

She owned a million acres

I did not own a single one

She owned a million acres

Yet it is her lands beauty

That my eyes ache upon

She was a lady of the lowlands

With edicts oft emerging from

She was a lady of the lowlands

Though it is her natures beauty

That has me rising strong

The mourn of loch and lay line

Helps us to carry on

The scorn of loss and lost time

Gives the faith to live it long

Shares the faith to live it long

Live it long by stones and steeples

Live it long by folk and lore

Live it long in every moment

Live it long

Through the length of every rousing song

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Itinerant

A hive and a beanstalk

A tin hut from the bog

Heaven on a still beach

Slow down you dancing frog

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Airborne Consciousness

By contact I mean a closeness, the sort of closeness that the word intertwined leads me towards; minds, bodies, souls, breath, intertwined, in contact; a closeness

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Clear of doubt our love is washed and offered fresh perspectives

Today we have the rain

Yet hardly a hint of breeze

And a silver grey

Seemingly cloudless sky

But it is true

We do have the rain

Free falling to splash on tin & tile

Calling us to stay indoors

Snuggle with a book

Listen to our favourite music

Watch the seals play

Make best of having a telescope

Feel the cool air on bare bodies

In preparation for a warm shower

He seeks out light

The light that we only see

On the painters canvas

In the photographers print

I seek out the sound

That we all might hear

Of raindrops on tin cans

From aeroplanes taking to the sky

In this way sight and sound are given back to us

The trickle of stream

The break in cloud

Our earthly atmospherics reflected

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Birthright

On the day after warmth came to spring
& daffodils flowered, beside new mown grass
The young boy came into our lives

On an evening when sunlight streams
Through leafless trees, I look more closely
To see the sticky buds beginning to open

That he too might enjoy the birdsong
Among the peacefulness, both now
& also in his later years

That his parents may soon walk out with him
In the countryside; also play endlessly together
On the soft sands, by sparkling seas

That love should come our way
Is itself the miracle of life


for Tim, Emma and Thomas William