Floors Still Creek Poem by Cee Bea

She moved along the Scottish side
Breas of Foss be damed.

to places where, she could dare
and dares would be alike

here the floors still creak, roof still leaks
the walls still let'n in the light

Now trapped tween fields of little care,
you lose all hope and left thought where

worlds are ruled by Forrest law

it did not stop at Loch Rannoch
it did not end at Chesires Glen

because of hearts you hold