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Donald ran and roared and brandished
his stick and swore
in all the languages
he knew, which were some.
Pollochan sauntered. stood
six feet three silent: with a small
turn of the hand
He'd send a collie flowing
round the half-mile-long arc
of a towsy circle.
Two poets
Donysian,
Apollonian
and the sheep in a pen.
Norman MacCaig.
Photo by Alistair.
2 comments:
Hari OM
Well done Pollochan, I say, all six feet three silence of the man...
Now then, YAM's self-imposed guessing game says that is one of the stones in the Ring of Brodgar - or possibly Pollochan himself!
Hope it's shaping up well, this week. YAM xx
Beautiful juxtaposition.
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