A POEM

On a good day with blue skies and high cirrus the view from the summit of this mountain in Scotland is unparalleled. It's my favourite place in the entire world to simply sit and be



Poem

Now absence is a habit it is time
To pack the splendid images away
And send them off in buses that can climb
Up ladders or down snakes as must they may.

For absence is a habit hard to learn
And those who have it haven't much to say.
Their small advice: they live on what they earn
And put the wounded images away.

J Burns Singer

FIRE AND RAIN