Sunday, 14 August 2011
The Sunday Post
A. K. McLeod.
I went to the landscape I love best
and the man who was its meaning and added to it
met me at Ullapool.
The beautiful landscape was under snow
and was beautiful in a new way.
Next morning, the man who had greeted me
with the pleasure of pleasure
Crofters and fishermen and womenfolk, unable
to say any more, said
"It's a grand day, it's a beautiful day"
And I thought, "Yes it is."
And I thought of him lying there,
the dead centre of it all.
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