I have written a Poem in celebration of Sir Walter Scott, called Lift Off.
A stone rocket sits on Princes st, it hasn't moved for years.
Its fuel used up many years ago, in the writing of great man who sits beneath it.Taking us all on a journey, fixed both in history and in the work of the readers and writers who followed. It has reached its destination.Imagination, set in stone, for all to see.
O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, Would grace a summer queen: And as I rode by Dalton Hall, Beneath the turrets high, A Maiden on the castle wall Was singing merrily:—