Inspired by the What matters to you retreat in
Old Lathrisk, Freuchie April 2019
If ever there was a place to
have a retreat it would be here
Old Lathrisk in spring
There’s a calmness even in the birds
Mostly they sing
Or chat amicably
Just occasionally there
Is the p’wee of the buzzard
An unforgiving warning
disguised as innocent cries
And the writers
hardly making a ripple in the peace
We capture a small part in
a season reflecting ourselves
And once we leave
Perhaps leaving a whisper of our conversations
But then the waves of this old house
cover our paths as if we were never here
Ah yes if ever there was a place
to have a retreat it was here.
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