Friday, December 31, 2010

Poems, by W.B.R.


The smallest books are often the strangest. From this comes a fleeting couplet that seemed charged with hope, and more than hope, called 'West Coast, Arran'. I hope it sticks with you as it has with me.

This land seems set about with wind and gale
That brings the strong seas leaping to her shores.

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