Heriot Toun in autumn

Words for Autumn 2018



The Good years

 

Wherever you are
You shall be my star
Flashing near or smouldering far

I am happy when I bask
In your light, all I ask
Is that you may bask

In mine and hear the sound
Of every salty faunt
Fresh as fresh is found

Singing without tears
Clinging without fears
These the good years

 

 

Edwin Morgan


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