Just passing through
The Benarty hills were covered with snow,
the sky was blue and the air crisp and clean,
No green sulphur fug, choking the life out of the inhabitants,
No men gathering at the shops
spitting their lungs onto the pavement.
No glowing bings sliding down to the roadside.
Only the older folks can remember.
A life filled with friends and family.
The legacy of good feelings,
happy memories, music, stories and the drollest of humour,
so wry, that few could understand,
but laughed along with sparkling eyes
and wheezing good nature anyway.
Copyright © J.M Brown 2018
Born in Glencraig Fife at the end of the 2nd World War, After many years of drifting and working, James returned to Scotland. Once retired he began to write things. Some have been published as poems and articles and with the help of Citadel playwrights performed on stage by professionals. Still married with three children and four grandchildren.