Sunday afternoon we walk hand in hand to the pencil the site of the Viking battle, the path is damp and wet and the shore is full of floating seaweed.
Passing dog walkers, couples old and young alike enjoying the sounds and sights of the Clyde.
Looking across the water towards Millport, island, fresh air filled our lungs as we cycled in the past bikes whirring in the summer heat.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
Wonderful poem embellished with rich images. Well painted summer activity.
The crystalline images embedded in this poem make a reader at close range with the
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cont...at close range with the depicted sites.