Scotland
by MB Moshe
I’ll remember days like this;
When dew found the
Greenest hills my eyes have kissed
By a sun that
Followed Glasgow west to Larges;
I loitered long
Cool in streets of cobbled stone;
I’ll recall days like this when
My backpack tore;
And my canvas shoes would kick
Dip sheep had left
As I climbed the hills to see
How far I’d come
From England to be estranged;
I’ll remember days like this;
When I veered my
Course to defy odds I missed
To venture gains
And hear Brogue twist tongues around
Affirming “aye,”
For words far between and few;
I’ll relish my days like this
When Milpo reigned
After Hebrides’ ferry’s mist;
I conquered all,
I swaggered streets small with pride.
They swelled the tales
Told back in Birmingham’s pubs.
Copyright ©: 2013
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Вера Павлова – Отпала от пола
- Николай Языков – П. Н. Шепелеву (Ты мой приятель задушевной)
- Вероника Тушнова – Костер
- The First Part: Sonnet 13 – O sacred blush, impurpling cheeks’ pure skies by William Drummond
- Goblins Of The Steppes poem – Alexander Pushkin
- The Merciful Hand by Vachel Lindsay
- A Hedge Of Rubber Trees poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Victor
- On the Danger of Procrastination by Abraham Cowley
- Binsey Poplars poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Meditation With Feet
- St. Agnes’ Eve poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Николай Языков – Элегии (Свободен я: уже не трачу)
- On the late Captain Grose’s Peregrinations by Robert Burns
- Love’s Harvest poem – Alfred Austin
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
