Sidney Beck Poet Couplet

Seasonal Places

SEASONAL    PLACES


Spring is found in the Lowland valleys with gowan-filled braes of Scotland
When the early-reaching flowers bloom in cool freshness,  and
The air is bracing and always new-washed-glass clean  -
With the Ochils in  the background green,
Willing us, begging us  --  Go to the heather hills, please  !
Around Ben Lomond, they perfume  the breeze
With memories of Bruce and Wallace 
And feel young in our face.


Summer is a thousand-mile southbound road trip heading
To Yellowstone through Montana and Wyoming,
With 104F degree air gushing in the vent,
And dinner in the Angel Inn, where we went
For a chicken smorgasbord snack
And a cool six pack.


Autumn is a Saskatchewan garden with leaves singing,
Tenacious against a hissing wind; and  clinging
Above the grass, feeling the snow-chilled bite,
Anticipating a coming  gown of white.


Winter is everything dead:
Gateshead.


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Notes

Gowan = small daisy-like flower
Brae = riverbank
Ochils  = Ochil  Hills, a lovely upland part of the Forth Valley
Bruce and Wallace  = famous Scots  heroes in history
Angel  Inn   is near  Casper,  WY
Gateshead = dreadful  UK  industrial  town  - do not visit it.

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Connie Marcum Wong September 13, 2012 at 5:18 AM Your poetry transports me to the beautiful countryside. I had to chuckle at what you said about Gateshead. Well, I may fly into the airport to get to Chelmsford, but that would be the end of it. This poem lures one to visit Scotland, and I will one day. A real gem of a poem you have created and I loved it!

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl September 7, 2012 at 12:58 AM Like this I have friends with a holiday home in the bonny land and she gets all lyrical with her Scottish knowledge. Winter sounds dire, won't try, love the poem xx

Carol Sunshine Brown September 6, 2012 at 3:02 PM Hoping you continue to find the inspiration to write and share your exceptional poetry with us Sidney. I enjoyed reading your poetry very much today. Love, Carol