A snowy morning--
by myself,
chewing on dried salmon.
- Matsuo Basho
A father I once knew,
in the days when the
Beatles were still together
and Pink Floyd still
played gigs to small audiences,
sent his son to
Scotland
to make a man of
himself.
Hard to believe, I
know, but this was before mobile phones
and computers and iPads
and mobile dongles –
we relied n notebooks
and cameras the size of handbags;
public telephone boxes
which took a stack of two pence pices.
As luck would have it,
Ben Nevis shook snow
from a hundred heavy
clouds,
isolating the peaks
and dragging down the
telephone lines
until all he could do
was read and write poems
and partake of the few
pastimes in the cottage let.
Ben Nevis
occluded by snow in May
colouring book
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