Grey mists of a morning; <br />Wild Winter’s adorning, <br />All forest, woodland and sea. <br />Black clouds on the headland <br />Rain falls on the wet sand - <br />A raven sits high in his tree. <br /> <br />O give me the heather <br />No matter the weather <br />Wild purple on Merrick’s fair hill - <br />O give me the breeze <br />Thru gold-yellow trees <br />My heart is ever there still <br /> <br />Green grass is all white frost <br />Gold bracken’s now compost <br />Trees are as bare as a bone: <br />The glen has no cover <br />For pheasant or plover <br />The wind in the wires does moan. <br /> <br />There’s geese in the stubble <br />Craggy cliffs crack with rubble <br />The cry of sea-birds is gone: <br />Waves break on the shore <br />Casting spray aft and fore <br />The storm rages on and on. <br /> <br />Let the Seasons all roll <br />And the Winter extoll, <br />That Hope is an evergreen: <br />Nature’s wild and majestic <br />And other places domestic <br />Compared to my Galloway scene.<br /><br />Patrick Scott Hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-galloway-postcard-scene/
