Warm sun on our faces
this February morning.
and thick ice on the pond.
Start work on the dry stane dyke
and the space where we will make a seat for Billy and Davey.
We were the only twa’ that smoked.
now its jist me.
New faces, old faces.
trying to make them fit.
We walked the ridge of the Sidlaws with a bottle of Guinness in hand.
Mountains in the far north.
A picnic tea on the tarpaulin,
eating jammie dodgers in Daveys honour.
Warm sun on our faces.