Soft Green

The soft green calls quietly
lie in me......lie with me
hear the burn sing breath and sigh
as sweet summer waters brush on by

The cold of the winter
the warm hope of May
the burn that flows steady
bringing colour to grey

So we'll lie in the grass
and we'll sleep in the ferns
and we'll join in the song
of the sweet Kennick Burn

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

A lyrical plea to share, an earnest and wholesome desire to be blessed by, everything connected with Scotland's "sweet Kennick Burn."
Very well done, Jeremy.

[Lily Mae]

Nice to see you back.. And per usual this is a classic beauty.. I can see the love you two share in every word.. :)))) xx