Auld Reekie Town
Old New Town
This city of steady solid columns.
Of cobbles, potholes and greying rains.
Whose wynds take you up, to aspire to better.
And lift you higher only to pull you down again.
Built on solid rock, the colder and the wetter.
Old swamp was drained and cows driven out the gate.
King Arthur broods with craggy chin and saddle hard
And spires and turrets, bridges of kin...
Saturday 25th January 2025 9:39 pm
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