The young man, leaving by air,
a brisk wave at the turnstile,
a safe arrival on a sandy airstrip
where dawn and dusk are regular all year.
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This poem was part of an exhibition of posters on the Scottish Diaspora, when Scotlnad had just got its own Parliament. The poem refers to my own son and daughter who were in the Seychelles and London respectively at the time. The poster was produced by artist Lynda Anne Frame.
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This poem was part of an exhibition of posters on the Scottish Diaspora, when Scotlnad had just got its own Parliament. The poem refers to my own son and daughter who were in the Seychelles and London respectively at the time. The poster was produced by artist Lynda Anne Frame.