My poem of longing.

When I recall the windy place
The sky of Azure blue,
Then many memories return
(the search for a missing shoe).

The deckchair with a wonky leg
the airing cupboard's light,
Revealing lots of furry moths
-Now what a scary sight.

The stony paths lead everywhere
a worm of rocky gravel,
The trekking through the muddy fields
-the memories unravel.

The pain of hot cocoa
that burns and scalds my tongue,
the comedian in the High street-
my word, his show was fun.

And visits to the castle
which I hereby recall,
the cannon by the name of Meg
(the greatest name of all!)

the misty, moisty mountains
rolling hills and craggy climb-
the memories of Scotland:
The peace was so sublime.