The leaves are leaving

Smoke from chimneys haunts the air

Undressed autumn day

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Climbing to Fatlips

Broad weakling sun on their backs

Modern reivers stride

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Summer in denial

Brave heart never defeated

Flodden forgotten

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Old Victorian park

Tidied past behind clear glass

Boxed lawns, gravelled paths

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Flashing electric blue

'gainst the dreich of the water

Rare seen Kingfisher

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Where track meets tarmac

White mist lies over the hill

Falling rain again

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Turn right by the burn

Choose the well worn drovers track

Lined by gnarled ash trees

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Legend takes his place

Tales spill across the table

Of who, when and why

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The church bell tolls eight

Ring around the borders town

Feet begin to stir

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Stone hardened by steam

Striding above snorting pigs

In the drooping rain