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Route to Blackness
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I have walked this way a hundred times
Coming along the paths that intertwine
Out of the woodland
And along past the trees
One Bridge, Two Bridge, Three
All Behind Blackness on Sea
There’s sheep
And cows and dogs on leads
The only sounds I hear
Are waves crashing the beach
There are so many different shades of green
Dark, light and all things in between
As if an artist is trying to find the right shade
Spotted around the trees, the grass and the leaves
The walls and trees go back to hiding the view
The path gets narrow no room for two
Then the boats come first
The new bridge next
And then as the last tree gives way
The castle reappears
It is at that moment that the air grows still and the water starts to slow
The waves are soft like a child paddling their feet
It is as if I am watching the castle rotate
As my legs speed up
The boats bob up and down
And I see all the beauty that it offers this wee village and surrounding towns
And above all the housetops
I’m coming to pass
I see 4 windows on yellow brick wall
The Lobster Pot
With the message Keep Scotland Weird
A message to all.