Penned to a conclusion during Covid 19 in 2020. The wording had been mulling around in various forms for a few years but 2020 felt an appropriate juncture to finalise this reflective piece.
For those that didn’t get to say goodbye. Embrace the message. Safe passage, you’ll meet again.
The Campsie Hills
On the day you left us the earth stood still
Rain never fell, and lochs never filled
The sun didn't shine, on the Campsie Hills
On the day you left us the earth stood still
On the day you left us the earth stood still
Snow didn’t melt, ice didn’t chill
Burns never flowed, around the Campsie Hills
On the day you left us the earth stood still
On the day you left us the earth stood still
Butter didn’t churn, milk never spilled
Bread wasn’t baked, around the Campsie Hills
On the day you left us the earth stood still
On the day you left us the earth stood still
Cattle didn’t roam, sparrows didn’t trill
Lambs didn’t wander neath the Campsie Hills
On the day you left us the earth stood still
On the day you left us the earth stood still
Bluebells didn’t ring, around the daffodils
No leaves were in the wind of the Campsie Hills
On the day you left us the earth stood still
On the day you left us the earth stood still
Elation never reigned, only tears were distilled
But joy will return, I’m sure, and I will be fulfilled
When we meet once again o'er the Campsie Hills
R G Robb © 2020
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