This little poem was one I wrote one morning up at Muirshiel country park, in the hills above Lochwinnoch, Renfrewshire.  Everytime I read it it takes me straight back to the peace and tranquility of that lovely morning.  Hope you enjoy it.

Muirshiel Morning

 

Muirshiel morning has dawned clear and bright

Hard to believe there was a big storm last night

Shades of golds and coppers and browns

Reach from the treetops right down to the ground

Scarlet leaves of a Guelder Rose shine bright and clear

The sounds of a Robin, and a Wren skulking near

 

Long fallen tree trunks lie thick on the ground

Pointing the way that the wind knocked them down

The green of the rushes are now tipped with brown

And the Rosebay Willowherbs have fallen to the ground

The sun is shining through the Raspberry leaves

And the clumps of ferns are swaying in the breeze

 

The rhododendrons which used to cover this ground

Are slowly but surely all being cut down

They took over the area and swamped it indeed

A single monoculture where nothing could breed

But it is being replaced with the trees of this land

And slowly but surely, these woods will be grand.

 

Elspeth                           
written on the morning of  27^th October 2008.