every day a birthday

Recently received the pictured Norman MacCaig poem as a pleasant, surprise gift ... it will certainly be displayed prominently ;-)


Assynt and Edinburgh

From the corner of Scotland I know so well
I see Edinburgh sprawling like seven cats
on its seven hills beside the Firth of Forth.

And when I'm in Edinburgh I walk
amongst the mountains and lochs of that corner
that looks across the Minch to the Hebrides.

Two places I belong to as though I was born
in both of them.

They make every day a birthday,
giving me gifts wrapped in the ribbons of memory.
I store them away, greedy as a miser.

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Norman MacCaig (1910 - 1996)

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