Physgill.

Watch the swiftly feeding swallow
Sun outside
But not it in the hollows
Of the shrubs and the greenery
Fresh cut lawn
Hydrangea, Rose
Honeysuckle aroma

The fields with the peas,
A sea of swaying green
Moves like an ocean
The sound of the trees
Moved and being shaken
By the summertime breeze


Cattle in the drive way
Pheasants shouting loudly
The deer are cautious
Barn owls swoop in darkness
Caught by car lights
Badger scurried across the road
Foxes rare
The game keepers gun.


A lamb down a tree trunk
Discovered by Rosalind
Pulled out by a farmer
Care for injured falconry
Rescued for love
Of all that was around us
The freedom
The tranquility
The sea and the solway
Not too far away

The Glen with her garlic
Appetizing rambling
Down to the shore
Where pebbles and boulders
You arrive at the bay.

The cave has a host
A man in a smock
Ninian the monk
Later canonised
Who sat in meditation
Considering faithfulness
Sheltered from harm.

Contemplation
Causes me to ponder
I miss beautiful Physgill
In the south of the Machars

AGL


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