Some days the mountains speak to me defending Truth and Love like Angels climbing Jacob´s Ladder to and from Above With thoughts so clear and brightly shining fields of grass and green stretching to horizon´s line and farms lying in between Other days the mountains seem an obstacle of view which stop me seeing o´er the sky and leave me feeling blue Tis these weeks the hardest are when shadows mark my way when people´s words like arrows fly and hinder all my days To search for good in every thought dispels the darkest night for through the words and tempers flared lie Angels in disguise To take us higher in our thought to bless us every day find the Love in everyone it is the only way.
Poem for Hugh
This poem was written to remember Hugh “Curly” Brannan, an elderly #Kilbirnie man 1912-1990
No Internet nor mobile phone
Just Sitting by the view
His bible held fast in his hands
This was dear old Hugh
A sweat bead forms upon his brow
Complains about the heat
Drinks another cup of tea
And stares down at his feet
With a creed unshakable
He reads another line
Whilst shuffling his greying hands
comes tales of older times
Yearning thoughts of his dear wife
Guided by Psalmist´s tears
Here sat a man with watered eyes
Memories of blessed years
And comes a thought of happiness
Of meeting her and friends
On shores afar, his mind does go
and finds his time well spent
Guided by the written Word
He went on Wisdom´s way
He gave triumph to the Truth
His fears did melt away
May our gaze be ever dear
to Principle held true
living always by our Faith
Just like my dear friend Hugh
Scotland and the UK: Slavery Street Names
Search the UK database https://www.ucl.ac.uk/lbs/
Salvation Army Kilbirnie Historic Pictures
Colvilles Staff Magazine (Glengarnock) section from 1925 – AB Glen Photography
A Poem for Dalry Cemetery, Ayrshire (2019)
The Rowan Tree – A Poem
This one is about the Rowan Tree which was in my Grandfather’s garden in Castle Drive, Kilbirnie It is likely still there.
I wanted the poem to catch that idea that some people relish the shade but then complain about the darkness 🙂
In the shade of Grandpa’s house
There stood a Rowan Tree
Where my Brother tried to climb
With Rosalyn and me
Every day my Grandpa came
Admired it´s towering boughs
While we as children playing there
Saw darkened twigs and crows
Shadows hung upon his life
With towering darkened power
Yet we as children plain could see
Their withering every hour
Its leaves held back the sunshine light
Its branches stern with years
Sitting with his chair and pipe
It calmed away his fears
Yet we as children playing in sight
Saw only twigs and leaves
Revealing more of sky to us
Than he could ever see
We pointed up at shafts of light
Throughout the darkened power
Whilst he preferred the shaded glade
To pass the wakened hour
We saw sun and endless days
Upon his chair he sat
Despite the passing years it stood
The tree was sound at heart