The Past

Check back here soon for some re-posting of old blog material. In the meantime, enjoy this little poem…

City! I am true son of thine;
Ne’er dwelt I where great mornings shine
Around the bleating pens;
Ne’er by the rivulets I strayed,
And ne’er upon my childhood weighed
The silence of the glens.
Instead of shores where ocean beats
I hear the ebb and flow of streets.

Glasgow by Alexander Smith (1829-1867)