What You Mean To Me my Love For The Wee Scottish Town Of Gatehouse-Of -Fleet In Galloway Poem by john (called jack) wren

I gaze on thee fair Gatehouse
from Disdow's pretty hill
and watch the Fleet's weeping heart
leave you, though I never will.
I thank God for in his mercy
he gave me eyes to see
the beauty that is Gatehouse
and what it means to me
I love the grounds of Cally
and treat them as my home
and when I die I'd like to think
I will be back to roam and
hear the trees in Fleet Wood
echo to the noise of the Jay
then watch Red Squirrels
romp about in play
the Cricket field in summer
has a place in my heart
and the mighty Chestnut
its fortified rampart
its busy little high street
where pretty shops abound
full of ceaseless chatter
passing traffic cannot drown
there wares laid out in triplicate
are a pleasure to be seen
looking out on to pavements
so wide and very clean
the townsfolk are a treat
in their Scottish way and
proud of this wee Toon
and will help in any way
you will always get a wave
or a greeting in the street
they'll ask if your well
now that's a friendly greet
I love this town of Gatehouse
and every house and street
and all the folk who live here
on the banks of the River Fleet
in death we will never part
you will be forever in my heart.