Scotland

2018

About

I went to Scotland in Spring,


In Scotland, I saw:

          birds sing plants hustle and bustle

          cows gay

          roads dance

In Spring, Scotland dressed in a thick layer for yellow rain and        wind blew,


In Spring, Scotland's cathedrals rang for winter's seal melted,


In Spring, Scotland was a hospital for many baby flowers and trees cracked open its shell,


In Scotland,

          Sun laid its hand on me

          Every corner

          Cracks wink

          Rose flow

          Ears explode.