THE ARBUTHNOTT FAMILY ASSOCIATION
by Prof Robert Crawford
Gales churn cornfields to a golden stushie,
North Sea haar docks the North Sea.
Later, from Kinneff round by Dunottar
Heat vectors everywhere. Stunned kirks surmount
Peninsulas of cloud, wisps of the land.
Sound is a Triumph Herald, crickets. South,
Brechin Round Tower soars, a slim
Minaret of the Mearns.
On the swings, one minute
Feet on the ground, the next all up in the air,
I catch how Kincardineshire sky's
Transvaalish, Budapesty, Santa Barbaran,
Zurich on a perfecct day. I love the North Eastq
Everywhere of it, how it just zeros
On and on, then flauchters back
So zircon, so azure, so Alice blue.
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