by Robert Carson | Sep 13, 2009 | Poetry
Tae be wan aye the poorest wis his lot His proudest brag tae be a Scot. While words wid dance across the page An inner hunger ever raged. Though deemed tae be a man aye note He’d never boast a single groat. And, yet, he wis content -it’s said Tae be...
by Robert Carson | Sep 13, 2009 | Poetry
In Indian file they climb the hill, Then turn, as if, all of one will Then off they wing, to who knows where Though few thoughts truly travel there. Derwentwater sits tranquil and still… A misty, green vale is seen beyond Birds chorus, now,in raucous song. All...
by Robert Carson | Sep 12, 2009 | Poetry
He never writes I only hear That silence every day. He barely spoke a word or two Before he went away. Your Christmas card was hastily signed No note enclosed within I keep it with those other things Which little comfort bring. What purpose is there to a life When all...
by Robert Carson | Sep 10, 2009 | Poetry
If you should wake to hear I’m dead Regret words spoken, words unsaid. Let every day, for you, be blessed Within the darkness there is rest. We all are slaves to passing time We move a little down the line… What matters most is here and now The dappled...
by Robert Carson | Sep 4, 2009 | Poetry
What selfless courage you have shown Whose comrades died so far from home. When all you hoped to leave behind Would be a constant on your mind. Informing all that you would be What prospects will tomorrow see? The sky, the beauties all around The breath of life with...
