Castlemilk Summer Poem by Michael Cochrane

Castlemilk Summer



Wild flowers as far as I could see, bumble bees, butterflies and skylark songs. Climbing trees overlooking the river cart watching it ebb and flow, my brother Pat sitting swinging on the old rope. Such moments etched in childhood memories of Castlemilk.
Michael Cochrane ©

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