Saturday, May 17, 2008

a fedder blaws
throuch the gairden -
she greits fir'r tint bairn




a feather blows
through the garden -
she cries for her lost child

4 comments:

  1. how tender and sad...

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  2. My thoughts went away, not Scotland, but elsewhere, a place where many feathers is blowing through a former garden:

    aboundence petals
    floating in the river
    searching for love ones

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  3. In our garden there are sometimes some feathers...

    also a cat lurking ...

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