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Tuesday, 1 March 2016

THE DUMBIEDYKES' FOURTH TRIP: TO PEEBLES, a poem by James L.S. Carter

                           


                                   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.



                                                   






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