Poetry Map of Scotland: poem no. 367

North of the Border

It’s been thirty years. Next time I come
it may be to Crieff.
I will try to find Sauchie Road
and look out for Torleum View

like searching for a childhood home
I’ve forgotten the way to.
I won’t be able to go in,
its new occupants won’t welcome me,

I fear they may already be there.
You couldn’t come to the station
to meet me from the train
in your purple car as you did in Burnley.

Perhaps I will stay in the B&B
you were going to book for me
when you could afford it
and I could afford the rail fare.

Peter Donnelly

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