Peace Garden Largs Scotland. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Peace Garden Largs Scotland.



Summer afternoon in the peace garden, an elderly couple do a crossword, a disabled man reads his book, surrounded by nature and tranquility, such moments are rare in a noisy world. I watch the sunset over Arran when all is still no breeze, only Swifts drinking water as they fly over the duck pond.
Michael Cochrane ©

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