A poem inspired by a small village in  Argyll and Bute, Scotland. - 3rd January 2016!




Dalavich.

Upon the brae, you should never leave me;
Let foothills and Fern whisper me with hopes,
The bitter cold and the lonesome loch wind
Across the moat, and beside the moor slope
Mention to me what rests heavy on my mind.
By valley of the River Avich, I fail to see;
The broken land that gave me my name.
I must ask forgiveness by this pine forest walk
For not holding these waterfalls the same
And making the most of what I knew before.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2016-01-03 at 16:54

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Lovely!
2016-01-13


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
It must be impossible to have something heavy on your mind in such a wonderful landscape. Thanks for bringing it to us.
2016-01-09


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely, brought back a memory of a christmas and new year in scotland back in the 1990's x Happy New Year John

Elle x
2016-01-03