Up hill, down dale, <br />by river and by loch <br />in mountains and in valleys new <br />have you ever met him, <br />as you walked <br /> <br />Stopped for a chat, discussed the view <br /> <br />He must be out nigh every day, <br />he's photographed near all the land <br />sweeping clouds and sunsets, <br />hills with lots of colours grand <br />I find it hard to believe <br /> <br />He's never met another man <br /> <br />But then he may be like a spectre, <br />a fleeting glimpse of different hues <br />a flash, a click, the picture taken <br /> <br />Then gone to destinations new <br /> <br />I myself have never seen him <br />While walking out in hill or glen, <br />No sight nor sound of Colin Baxter <br /> <br />That famous picture postcard man.<br /><br />Colin Johnston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/006-the-picture-postcard-man/
