Fist of Wrought Iron - Clasp of sand
Strong as a child, weak in mother's arms.
The terraces, turrets, all blackened with time
Symbolised uplands, comfort and harm.
Rocks, like those which surround me now, fluid,
Cast at an angle, repose for my eyes.
On Edinburgh, Fort William July 1988
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