I miss Scotland almost as much as WalesThere is a freedom of soul there that consistently awes me.To stand next to ice cold water flowing by. looking ..
Wet soled at ebb tideLooking east in redneck prideEver ready since youth leftA kindred soul to stand besideSated mated satisfiedSoft sweet breeze to s..
I sit here, back sorely aching from moving fallen snow.wishing I had set up solar panels to melt it as it fell, or bought a war surplus machine to pus..