Brig O'Doon

Sturdy boots and
flasks of
home made soup.
Cucumber and Philly
sandwiches
for when we reach
Burns' Cottage.
 
Our Autumn walks
full of breathless gossip.
Laughter.
Chattering up
Maybole Road,
 
Past Rozelle
and Belleisle.
Sniggering at golfers
in silly hats.
Sure Dad was one of them.
 
We turn the corner
and there she smiles
in cobbled splendour.
Winter sun echoed
in the river below.
Silently accepting
a share in our history.