An evening stroll

An evening stroll

This evening, I grew tired of wrestling thoughts in my head,
So I went for a walk and this happened instead…

Lighthouse

Lighthouse

Stood by the lighthouse with pretty coloured light.
What else is there to do on a Saturday night?
Not as cold as I was shortly before.
I may stay here a while or maybe more.
The tide is low, the lowest I’ve seen.
It’s peaceful here, calm, serene.
The waters of the Forth lap gently around,
Other than that, barely a sound.
The breeze has picked up, chilling the air.
I should head homeward – it’s warmer there.
Thank you, dear lighthouse, for being so pretty,
And for inspiring this odd little ditty.

I wander from Newhaven towards The Shore
Where people are eating, drinking and more.
As I pass a pub and laughter rings out,
I can’t help but wonder what that’s all about.
Still, nice to see folk having a good time
Whilst never knowing they’re a part of my rhyme.

Sandy & me

Sandy & me

I’m sat on a bench and would you know it,
I’m next to a statue sculpted by Poett.
Meet my new friend, though he seems a bit shy.
Yeah, I took a photo. No, not sure why.
His name’s Sandy Robertson, if you wanted to know.
He’ll never leave here, though I shall now go

Sadly, if not for you, then mostly for me,
This nonsense will end now. I’m home. With tea.
Thank you for putting up with this shite.
This is the end. I bid you goodnight.

[edited slightly from original collection of tweets]

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