Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 339

Sixty-Seven

I toddled up the glen the other day,
for the first time since sixty-seven,
past the grassy bank
beside the shallow burn,
where men in white vests lay,
alone or in pairs,
perhaps in threes,
smoking and joking and sleeping,
while bare footed women,
in sleeveless floral cotton frocks
laughed together
and sang together,
and made good things
to eat and drink.

Stewart Ennis

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