THE DUMBIEDYKES' FOURTH TRIP: TO PEEBLES
by James L.S. Carter
At Waterheads, see, an open-cast mine:
Eddlestone, behold, some stands of pine
A fallen tree the burn interpolates
While sunlit bend silvery scintillates.
Sheep cling, graze massive hillside which inclines
Steep scatter'd scrub gorse whins' green clumps, rows, lines,
The trees are stark and naked winter sights
Like black,bare stalagmites w' stalactites.
To Peebles,to the Tweed we trace the burn
And after lunch to Edimbrugh return,
Tweed's rampant waters at the highest stage
Rais'd to reflect the level of the rage.
The evolution of flood's sudden path
Reveal'd its historicity of wrath:
Itself betokened in our violent time,
Nature Poetry's pure eidetic rhyme
Copyright James L.S. Carter, Edinburgh March 2016.