The smell of the bog
The heather downcast from the wind
Gulls playing sentry to the shore
The horizon holding up Dunstan Castle
All being warned by somber clouds
This- my homeland, Scotland
place of my beginnings
and if God wills
place of my final rest

lovley.........my wife would agree...jake
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Thanks Jake.It is a beautiful place.J/DL
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J=DL/B
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Jake-I hope Poem#2895 isn't a call for help in an urgent sense!I've tried to answer it with a couple of poems.Have such a feeling about suicide.Edna St.Vincent Millay wrote a poem about a man who took his life and went to heaven and was given all the comforts he could ask for.He became bored and asked God for some useful work to do.God said no because he didn't finish his work on earth.Haven't read it for a while but it made an impression on me.J
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As do I J hard to know in this very imperfect setting..your comments about work in heaven reminds me of the very heretical Twain who speculated heaven would be an exceedingly dull place....I am not familar with the Millay ..but I should this concept very Buddhist in thought..with the possible exception..they don't believe in heaven or a personal God )))))Humor...jake
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lol Jake ! that sparkling zenny twist of your last your sentence is a real gem :)) - thank you -- allan
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I love this poem ! Annie;)
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Thanks Annie.J
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Thanks Annie.J