They were sipping Ossian -
They spoke, very carefully, in slurred languorous sentences -
He lived just down the road one of them said - he never spoke a word to me for years -
We'd just arrived - we'd walked ten miles through dark woods and fields of ripening barley -
Huge clouds had filled the sky - we'd heard skylarks singing -
We saw one, high above a billowing field -
The ancient wind blew against our sunburnt faces -
18.30
Saturday 4 July 2015
Templehall Inn
Morebattle
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