by Robert Carson | Jan 1, 2010 | Poetry
On Weaver’s Bank, the children played The sheep in quiet contentment grazed. The cathedral bells have proudly rung The choristers the Psalms have sung. Down Abbey Street, past house and shop The horses’ hooves clip-clop clip clopped. Through Abbey Gate,...
by Robert Carson | Dec 31, 2009 | Poetry
The Winter’s nights are growing long The dark clouds gather like a storm. While warm within we’ll dance and sing And wonder what New Year will bring. For though a few, may shed a tear We’ll toast the parting of the year As gathered here, as one year...
by Robert Carson | Dec 28, 2009 | Poetry
Within a season youth will fade Old men, go slowly to their grave. Spring, too, must lose its vernal blush Those dreams we nurture turn to dust. And, yet, each day will promise bring Of God’s transcendence birds will sing.. To look beyond the drystone walls...
by Robert Carson | Dec 6, 2009 | Poetry
White down adorns the winter trees. No human hand shall ever weave A cloak of dreams that slips away As soon as sunlight whispers day. Loch Tummel in enchantment sits A view that for a queen seems fit. As sheep come slowly from the hill Cold fogs down on the valley...
by Robert Carson | Dec 6, 2009 | Poetry
Hope lies crumpled like a promissory note Our spirits by Life’s sorrows broke. What cruel misfortunes we have known Some losses are a lifetime borne… We grow in wisdom through the years To be the master of our fears. Cold winter days will soon be gone The...
