A SOFT DAY IN SCOTLAND

 

It’s a soft day
That’s what Grand Dad called misty days
like this
It’s a soft day
from this hill
where I stand
The gray Church scolds me
Next Sunday.
I whisper
Next Sunday.
I want to roll down this hill
of thick Scottish grass
like I did as a child
but the grave stones
at the bottom
stop me
I walk
reverently
through the Cemetery
stopping
to read
forgotten names
and Crossing myself
when one cold gray stone
just reads “Infant”
a lone primrose stands watch
It’s a soft day
and the mist Baptizes me
I walk slowly
up to the top
of the grassy hill
The gray Church welcomes me
I Cross myself
and roll down .
Kathy Keogh.Image may contain: sky, cloud, grass, tree, outdoor and nature
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