Memoirs In Verse

Listen to: On Meeting Her The girl in the pale blue dress stood alone, by the mountain’s crest amidst the snow, glittering like diamonds in spring’s chill air. On that mountain, my aching heart awoke, to her bright eyes sparkling with kindness, and luminous smile that warmed my soul. As saxifrage emerged from her winter’s bed, beside the stream that to the fjord flowed, I stood in contemplation as if entranced. I yearned to know the measure of her feelings, would they echo mine as truly as the fjord’s reflection of the mountain, snow, and sky? She was a glorious constellation all her own, would my aspiring and tender heart suffice, to win her affection and warm embrace? The mountains knew but held their breath, that if she would be with me, as I hoped, I might find love as sweet as ever known.

Listen to: Clydeside Steel It's better my faith rests with Clydeside steel,  than heaven's careless, unworthy deity,    for how fickle and uncertain He remains.  When winter’s seas reach out in frenzied rage, to test my abiding faith's resolve, I will rely upon those who forged this steel  to endure the cold and dark of winter days, for by their skill they've earned my well-found faith.  At the winter's end must spring emerge, from skies as grim and black as granite tors, and her fury give way to kinder seas, when boisterous spring wears only veils of rain that flutter in the season's breeze. Until then—and after— I'll keep my faith in Clydeside steel.