Fork in the Road, Words by Alan Whitfield


So this is the beaten track
I’ve turned the corner now
Time etched in rock
3 figures of feet below me

Green stagnant pools
Hung over by gulls
I’m looking down
Birds give me perspective

I’m thinking about what?

What was their?
Lines in rock?
all that’s gone?
Still Undulating gulls flock.

Far away in vast abyss
Hi-vis calls Grampian tone
breaks the gaze…

No i’m alright?

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