Jelly Moulds. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

A million clustered little clouds creep across the sky
Spanning, searching, seeking or maybe passing by.
They scan the skies then looking down
See portraits painted on the ground
A chequered land with squares of green
And stonedyke walls built in between,
Lush young grasses fold and rise
From summer winds ‘neath bluest skies.
The talk of others pleasant land
Cannot compare to what’s at hand
A pride fills up this heart of mine
As chills run down this Scottish spine,
I’ve been away for far too long
But now I’m home, where I belong